Happy Birthday to me!

Not much sleep last night--had to get up with the dog. Usually Mr. B does it. Had a hard time falling asleep--I hate that.

Mr. B awoke me with a lovely "where are the cookies you made last night?"

When I said I ate them, he stalked off, mad.

And made himself breakfast. A mushroom and tomato omlette. None for me.

And tea. No coffee.

Then he wondered why I was pouting.




Now, I have coffee and he's taking me out to breakfast.

I think I'm gonna make him sing "Happy Birthday" at the restaurant.

Heh.