Ja, so it was my birthday yesterday. Clearly my “stay under the radar and keep it low-key” policy has come off the rails just a bit. Many thanks to all the well-wishers, especially Mrs Benitez, the ex-Granny Wrangler and Parenthesis, who all went that extra mile. To borrow a line from James+, I’d like to invite you all home for milk and cookies++
Apart from one rather bizarre, Napoleon Dynamite-esque moment when my boss gave me a frozen fish as gift, I had an excellent day.
My beautiful paramour took me to dinner at one of her favourite restaurants last night. Let me tell you, the Claremont branch of Calamari King has really gone to the dogs lately, so it’s probably a good thing that we didn’t go there. The conversation covered topics such as why it’s good to be shallow; the horror of public swimming pools; and why you can never have too many ficuses.
She also gave me the most awesome birthday present+++: 12 inches of mechanised magnificence. Maybe I’ll post a photo of it on Flickr one of these days. Maybe.
+ The band, not the guy I know who cheats on his taxes (although he may well have said it at some stage)
++ and then you can get in the kitchen and make me some PIE!
+++ Not that a frozen fish isn’t cool, but it’s still several degrees shy of ‘awesome’