Birthday Blues

Saturday was my birthday. I don’t expect much. Birthdays have become much less important to me than they were in the past. I was upset because this one was not special at all. When I woke up on Saturday morning, Mrs. Lion gave me a box with a nice terrarium in it. It was a thoughtful gift. After that, it was a typical day. She decided to install a storm door we got. I figured a handyman would do that. It took her most of the day and wasn’t finished when she stopped working. OK, I get that. I spent most of the morning on the phone with our insurance company and damage remediation contractors. A pipe burst late last week and damaged stuff we had stored in the basement of the house we rent.

Anyway, it wasn’t a great day. Mrs. Lion didn’t ride me. On the plus side, my daughter called and sang “Happy Birthday to You” to me. I’m writing this post on Sunday. I asked Mrs. Lion to go with me to the casino tonight. I can get a nice roast beef dinner and maybe win some money. Mrs. Lion was very nice today when I explained why I felt bad. She loves me. That means more to me than any birthday gift or celebration. I’m thankful for that every day.


  1. I’m sorry you didn’t get ridden. I’m also sorry that Mrs Lion doesn’t get the pleasure from doing that anymore. It’s perhaps due to the menopausal changes. My Queen has just had a hormonal ring placed in her uterus. This is to help with the elasticity of the vagina—and to make sex more pleasant. She still craves penetration but we’ve had difficulty because of the pain she feels in most positions. This is supposed to help with that.

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      Mrs. Lion will be riding me very soon. 🙂

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