Heeellllllp, she yelped as the clock eased ito the twilight hour. Not wanting to be disturbed and also not wanting to look a dispassionate husband, I awoke to find my wife bathed in sweat and frothing at the mouth. All she wanted was water something she could have woken me up and asked.
Griping and finding my way about the hallway and switching on the lights, I found to my delight a cake sitting on the dining table and the room decorated with balloons and dunce caps. Not wanting to sound too sentimental, it felt good, not great for turning a year older brings you that much closer to the Maker. Well the day went off fine barring a monstrous wait of three hours for the flight home. And no, I shall not wait that much on Twitter…Boohoo to you blog…
