MamaDuck has been on several secret missions over the last few days, and this evening she made my mouse mat unusable by plonking this load of stuff on it:
Talk about temptation! I've never been good at waiting for Christmas and birthdays. She refuses to accept that these events start at 1 minute past midnight. I'm under orders to ignore it until 8am tomorrow. Meh!
Related topic - lots of my FaceBook friends have been wishing me happy birthday (in fact I was out with a client yesterday and mentioned it would be my birthday soon: 'I know', he says. 'Well how do you know?' I ask. 'It's on FaceBook, mate,' he replies). I don't recall this happening before, and, more sinisterlyly, I don't recall telling FB when my birthday is. Although I suppose I must have told them at some point, but forgot 'cos I'm so old and prolly got Altshweiner's.
4 comments:
Well then, Happy Birthday to you!!
But you are right of course - 52 does sound like a helluvalot....
Pshaw! At 52 you're a mere slip of a lad, mate! But... congratulations!
Happy Birthday Keefie & by now I'm assuming the pressies have been opened, so c'mon, tell us wotcha got!
Happy Birfday Keefie.
(MamaDuck could be a professional present wrapper, it seems a shame to spoil it by opening those).
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