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.