Part one:
While there are many people who love to get the most out of each and every birthday, I'm probably ok not starting mine at 4:30am.
Thank you, dear son, for gifting me a full two hours more 'awake' time for this year's birthday. Really darling, you're too kind.
Part two:
One of the best bits about rolling onto the anniversary of your birth is that you get to choose 'special birthday food' all day.
Today, for a special birthday early lunch/late over-sized (savoury) morning tea I selected home-made pizza with glasses of milk and Berocca. Why? Because I can, that's why.
On reflection, it wouldn't have killed me to use a slightly larger plate. Oh well, next year.
Parts three through five:
...involve the fish tank at the chemist's, Eastgardens Westfield, rhubarb and polenta.
Suffice it to say they were all very good, and sometimes I worry I'm a partial bogan trapped in a social democrat's body.
Part six:
Dinner and a movie. Still to come...
6 comments:
*Ahem*
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday dear Kettle,
Happy birthday to yooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooou!
Ah Ramon, thank you. The mental image is all Martov; the sound track Monroe.
ooops, I think I'm a bit late
Happy Birthday!!! It's all downhill from here you know
Berocca and milk with (cold left-over?) pizza. Hmmm. All kinds of disgusting
Thanks Squib! For the birthday wishes, not for reminding me I'm hurtling towards old age and death.
A 'dear' friend of mine (or perhaps not so much anymore) told me while snorting with laughter that 35 is considered the opening bracket of middle-age. Awes. Not.
It's all happened way too fast, Squib, way too fast.
Happy Birthday Darling! Hope you have a great birthday day, week and 2 weeks. I always draw it out longer than a day, so it's a festival of birthdays! xoxo
Thanks gorgeous! It was a lovely day, and in a few more days will indeed reach festival length! I'm thinking a picnic on the beach tomorrow should move us into festival status.
I've been reading about your adventures in Melbs - sounds like you're having a blast (although Newtown is the poorer without you and your guerilla knitting...).
xo
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