The Bwca, who is currently riding herd on cats, dogs and chickens, sent me a virtual birthday afternoon tea. I've set it as wallpaper but my tongue keeps getting stuck on the screen. Somewhere at Southland tomorrow I will find cupcakes and blackforest cake in real life.
I will inhale them without a moment's hesitation and guilt will be shoved under a rock for the day.
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Is it your birthday, Witchy? Again? Ah well...happy 75th.
Another 24 hours before the rot sets in Fleetwood. I'm just getting a head start in case of sudden onset Alzheimers.
You ole flatterer you Hughes. There's nowt wrong with her being a centurion ... think that's how you spell it, but I don't do spells as well as ole Twitchy Witchy so what would I know about literarsey?
(BTW Witchy ... "sudden onset" ... ??!!)
BTW #2.
The only good cakes comes in a 38 DDD cups.
(I'm a bloke so I know these things! ... well, I've read about their alleged existence ... must stop reading Andrew Bolt.)
BTW #3.
There'll be something in the male (Oops, sorry for the typo I must have been inadvertently channeling Camera Face) tomorrow.
BTW #4
Oops, like Chico might have said, "There aint no BTW #4"
Oh my darling Sedgwick, what would my birthday be without an insulting card from you? Just for that see next post up.
Don't inhale so fast that you don't actually taste anything. That would be criminal.
Many happy returns, J !!!
Hope you have a wonderful day,filled with cream cakes and chocolate galore ;)
Is it your birthday? Happy Birthday!
Birthday. First stop. Newsagent. Latest copy of New Scientist. Then. Coffee Shop. Short black with petit fours (or fives). On to. The perfume counter. Big squirt of Joy. Yes. Ah. The Crystal shop. Pink Quartz and Sodalite (for good measure). Fondle some expensive jewelry. But no. Not quite up to par. Oh look. Its Time for Lunch. Where's a Cafe? Reading, watching, laughing at the twits. There are so very many. Taking hours. No hurry. Next? Book shop. Haberdashers. Browse. Buy some velvet ribbon. Thinks. Dinner. Hmmm Yummy Take Away. Thinks home. Flowers. Big bunch. Smelly Jonquils. Spring soon. Now look its time for Afternoon Tea. Patisserie. Hmm hmm and remembers. Its my birthday to-day. Tells florist, who smiles sweetly but doesn't offer discount. (Fucker.) Hot nuts for the ride home in the taxi. Hoh Hum, just another day.
Have a very good one. JahTeh.
River, I know the location of every cake joint within 10 kms by inhalation.
Thank you Jayne, I'll have an eclair for you.
OoC, another year older and deeper in debt.
Caroline, that's damn spooky since it's what I do every shopping day and today Estee Lauder have a special with their perfume and I'm in.
Hoping your birthday was wonderful - Am impressed with Caroline's day plan - have to do that myself soon...maybe Monday...
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