Thanks for that wish, Mr. B. But unfortunately that's only going to happen in my head. Turning 38 means getting toiletries, a sweater, a new shaver and a Thunderbird 2 keyring.
All of which are useful and all of which I'm grateful for, thanks sisters.
But... I kind of which I'd gotten something a little... fun as well. Never mind.
This is nice as well.
Showing posts with label birthdays. Show all posts
Showing posts with label birthdays. Show all posts
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Sunday, December 02, 2007
The It's Britney's Birthday, B*tch Post.
Since Tom didn't post it (he's the one who goes by InThe313), I'll do it.
Happy birthday, Britney Spears. No matter what, some of us will never give up on you. I'll even make sure to buy Blackout.
Happy birthday, Britney Spears. No matter what, some of us will never give up on you. I'll even make sure to buy Blackout.
Monday, September 03, 2007
The Make A Wish Post.
Today marks the sixth birthday of Cindy's heartbreaker-in-training daughter, Kaia. May she grow up to inherit her mother's charm and warmth as well as good looks. (And it's a bank holiday Stateside as well - is there any day better to have a birthday than on a day when you don't have to go to work? Or school in her case?)
Happy birthday, m'dear!
Happy birthday, m'dear!
Friday, August 10, 2007
Happy birthday Rosanna.
Today marks the 48th birthday of Rosanna Arquette. Has it really been that long?
It would have been unthinkable twenty years ago that I'd almost have let it go unmarked. But I did.
But only almost. If I still take peeks at What About Brian, it's for her. That's worth something.
It would have been unthinkable twenty years ago that I'd almost have let it go unmarked. But I did.
But only almost. If I still take peeks at What About Brian, it's for her. That's worth something.
Thursday, April 19, 2007
White spats and lots of dollars
Well, yesterday was the first time Mum had afternoon tea at the Ritz, as a surprise on her 60th. And the first time for Sharon and Zeta. And myself.
On the upside, the pianist played "Happy Birthday to You" at one point, although it wasn't for Mum (another, presumably richer, tea-taker was celebrating her 72nd); on the downside, he also played "All By Myself" and "Mandy."
On the upside, there was a very pretty American girl sitting two tables away from me who looked a little like Alexa Vega; on the downside, there was a very nonpretty American man sitting at the table directly behind me chuntering on about The Partridge Family and Midsomer Murders. (Then again, the 72nd birthday celebrater tried to flatter us by suggesting Mum and the sisters were my girlfriends - if the American babe had been right next to us I'd have been even more embarrassed.)
On the upside, Mum continually showed her concern for my health by asking me not to eat so much scones and have tea with less sugar in it (I eventually did); on the downside, Mum continually showed her concern for my health by asking me not to eat so much scones and have tea with less sugar in it.
On the upside, the tea I had (two pots of Traditional English) was the best I've had in a long, long time; on the downside, I managed to drop my napkin and a raspberry on the floor.
On the upside, it wasn't nearly as bad an experience as dreaded. On the downside, I can wait a while before doing it again. Still, I'm glad my mum isn't Jen's mum or Mike's mum, right folks?
On the upside, the pianist played "Happy Birthday to You" at one point, although it wasn't for Mum (another, presumably richer, tea-taker was celebrating her 72nd); on the downside, he also played "All By Myself" and "Mandy."
On the upside, there was a very pretty American girl sitting two tables away from me who looked a little like Alexa Vega; on the downside, there was a very nonpretty American man sitting at the table directly behind me chuntering on about The Partridge Family and Midsomer Murders. (Then again, the 72nd birthday celebrater tried to flatter us by suggesting Mum and the sisters were my girlfriends - if the American babe had been right next to us I'd have been even more embarrassed.)
On the upside, Mum continually showed her concern for my health by asking me not to eat so much scones and have tea with less sugar in it (I eventually did); on the downside, Mum continually showed her concern for my health by asking me not to eat so much scones and have tea with less sugar in it.
On the upside, the tea I had (two pots of Traditional English) was the best I've had in a long, long time; on the downside, I managed to drop my napkin and a raspberry on the floor.
On the upside, it wasn't nearly as bad an experience as dreaded. On the downside, I can wait a while before doing it again. Still, I'm glad my mum isn't Jen's mum or Mike's mum, right folks?
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