Tuesday, May 24, 2016

May 24. Day 145. Bring out the bubbily

You know you are getting old, or sensible or something when the "bubbles" you consume on your birthday are of a carbonated water or soft drink type. Well it is a school night after all. The Toy Boy I married turned 51 today. Technically I get to call him a Toy Boy - and by association make myself a honorary cougar (not that there's anything honourable in such a thing) - because I am the senior member of this couple. Fifty-three days longer on this earth has to count for something, right? Yeah, not really. Not even in dog years. But no matter how old you are, a birthday boy is still a birthday boy and deserves a special something on his special day and as the old saying goes the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. A strong stomach it must be for kippers, possibly the most disgusting smelling substance on earth, to be considered special but it has always been his favourite so who am I to argue. As they say Mad Dogs and Englishmen ...With that for breakfast there was probably enough fermenting going on to not need a demon drink with dinner.

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