why you really do not want to open a seniors rescue...

because...

on your 52nd birthday...

you will be....

cleaning up pee and poop in never ending supplies.

washing and drying and folding 14 loads of urine soaked laundry.

feeding the frail, medicating the sick, yelling at the assholes...

and wearing two totally different colored slippers

because you just stepped in shit.

i think on my 52nd birthday i could have been doing something better...like sipping a cold beer on a warm island beach.

2 whiny old ladies at SAINTS (happy bday mum :) )

but then...

larry wouldn't be sleeping

with his chin on my

mismatched feet.