It’s my birthday—thirty-six, I’m in the mix today,
Hit submit, ordered lunch—no delay, no wait.
Papa John’s on the way, yeah, the click was clean,
Gluten-free with the heat—know exactly what I mean.
Buffalo drip with pepperoni on it,
Spicy sausage piled high—yeah, I wanted all of it.
Jalapeños bring the pain with a bite so mean,
Ate the cheese, skipped the crust—kept it light, kept it lean.
Every bite full of flavor—no stress, just bliss,
Cheesy, greasy happiness—yeah, I needed this.
Started strong, set the tone, yeah, I paved the way,
Kick-start, heart spark—this my birthday day!
On dinner Next stop—Wild Wings, yeah, we slid right through,
Conni, Ian, Wyatt—yeah, the whole crew.
Victoria and Levi—yeah, we all pulled in,
Laugh loud, crowd strong—let the night begin.
Fifteen boneless wings, yeah, I picked my style,
Mango Habanero hit—made me grin, made me smile.
Jammin’ Jalapeño had the spice on blast,
Flavor overload mode—man, it hit so fast!
Sweet heat, repeat—yeah, the mango stole it,
Every single bite had a kick—I controlled it.
Sauce drip, lips slick—yeah, the balance was sick,
Sweet and spicy combo—man, it hit too quick!
Tried cookie dough late—yeah, dessert that night,
Kept the ice cream separate—yeah, the move felt right.
Small scoop, low boost—wasn’t much to enjoy,
Still smooth, still cool—just a minor void.
Time flew, we grew with the laughs we made,
Hour and a half at the table—yeah, the time just stayed.
Mom waiting on the bill, standing still,
Ten more minutes frozen—yeah, that wait was real.
Felt long, dragged on—yeah, I’ll be straight,
Might skip that spot next time—not my favorite place.
But it’s fine, good vibes still carried the day,
Shift lanes, new phase—let the night replay.
Next day lunch at Mommom’s—yeah, we stepped in next,
Aunt Dawn, Jeff, Christine—family connect.
Aunt Judy pulled up—yeah, the whole crew grew,
Nancy vibing, Ian smiling—love shining through.
Aunt Bev, Julia—yeah, the room felt bright,
Family all together—everything felt right.
Plates got set—yeah, the table was blessed,
Alfredo pasta—man, that dish was the best.
Uncle Larry in the kitchen—chef mode on,
Rich sauce, smooth taste—yeah, he carried strong.
Fettuccine creamy, dreamy—flavor took flight,
Every single bite just hit—yeah, it felt so right.
No sausage though—yeah, I missed that bite,
Next time add it in—take it up a height.
Chocolate cake at the end—yeah, the final play,
Sweet, rich finish—perfect close to the day.
Uncle Jim’s birthday close—yeah, the dates align,
One day apart—double cake, double shine!
Bowling senior still rolling—yeah, he keeps it tight,
Strike after strike—still bringing that light.
I wanted to go bowling again, no doubt,
Maybe with Uncle Larry soon—we’ll go all out!
With Mommom near and the love so clear,
Wrapped tight, good night—best vibe all year.
No debate, celebrate—yeah, I gotta say,
Perfect ending to a perfect day!
January 9 is my birthday – I turned 36. The picture in the upper left is me! For more, check out my real birthday link below:
