F**cking Sixty!

They say it's the fine like wine year.  They say sixty is the new 50 or whatever other bullshit people feed our minds.  

This girl turns sixty f**cking years old today.

For over 20 years we've weathered through life, love, sickness and health.  We've traveled as a six pack and we've scrunched up on sofa's and sipped wine from bed. We've spilled wine on hotel comforters (she did not me LOL) YOU'VE napped in all the places.  You've served us food, love, medicine.  You've showed up at our homes to care for us.  You show up to friends houses to offer your RN care. All out of love. 

You've rescued kitties, raccoons, pups and at times, humans. 

You've treated our kids like an auntie.  You've hugged me tight and wiped tears during the hard moments. 

Sixty.

She has the most flawless skin.  Long legs.  BEAUTIFUL lips. 

She's our best friend.

Carmen, I hope you know the love we have for you.  We stand tall in our sassy Latin roots.  We've been silly in clubs. (hello Catalina NYE, a secret mission only you and I know LOL)  We've also had to snap our fingers where things need a good ass kickin'- She's my dancing partner.  She wears heels like a boss. 

I love you.

Bill loves you.

WE LOVE YOU!

Happy Birthday you beautiful human.  May God protect you.  May he give you the strength to care for your family.  Your kitties, and your home. 

Rudy not so into the celebration, but loves you so much....xo

Cheers to many, MANY more-  

Wooop Woooooopppp!

Love,  

Bill and LOSA.  AKA Laysa.  AKA beyatch.

Now, go get in your NAP!