the best wake up call
I woke up this morning to a kiss and a cup of tea in bed, which is slightly unusual (the tea, not the kiss). Jasper pounced up on the bed with a small, giftwrapped package in his mouth. An early birthday present, Paul said. It was a travel guide, followed by a card containing our itinerary.
We're off to Rome tomorrow morning!
I am excited, thrilled, and over the moon. No one has ever taken me away on holiday before. I've never been to Italy before. I've never had a dog bring me a birthday present before. If I wasn't at work, I'd be running around in small circles going "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!" all day long. Best birthday present. Ever. Best boyfriend. Ever.
And of course I must wish a very happy birthday to my evil twin Gary who is also *muffle muffle* years old tomorrow. May a naked Mr. Burns pop out of a giant cake and serenade you with a Marilyn-esque rendition of Happy Birthday.