65....goodbye.. it's over. Gord gave me a "come and go" party of sorts on Saturday...after I specifically said I did not want one. I don't like attention pointed at me....I know I'm such a dink. But it was good. My SIL Sheila took care of all the party stuff and all I had to do was be 65..
So I got drunk....kidding....Just a little.....I was overwhelmed when I saw the people that came, all my family and Gord's family and our neighbours......yikes. Who knew all these people cared about me.