Thankee Sparky! :: blows kisses ::
My 5:30 am birthday wakeup call (DH is ensconced in PA, happy in new jobland because they had cupcakes in the cafeteria yesterday; and so could not fend, or make any coffee) sounded like this:
Iris ::patter of size teensy feet, with sounds of plastic dragging across wood:: Good Morning! IT'S TIME TO WAKE UP! Is it your birthday?
Me: mmmhmmm. ::notices that sprog is half a foot taller than night before::looks over edge of bed and sees that she's dragged her stepstool in and is standing on it ::
Iris :: Grins :: DOES THAT MEAN THAT MY BIRTHDAY IS NEXT????!!!!
Good morning.
I have the oddest earworm this morning.
"There's three ways that love can grow...That's good, bad, and mediocre. Oh J-A-N-E-T I love you so!"
Kill it. Kill it. If I start singing about Betty Monroe at my desk, I think Boss might look askance.
Happy Birthday, Sox!
Olivia got up earlier than usual this morning (6:30) but while I was reading the papers online and Owen was playing next to me, she fell asleep in the chair. She's still snoozing away, curled up in a blanket while Owen watches Crashbox.
Birthday Happies for Sox!!!
Happy birthday Sox!
The cat woke us up about 6. I actually stayed awake. I got on the computer before DH got out of bed. (630) that's odd because usually I can't walk until 7
