You live in the zoo!
You look like a monkey…
And you smell like one too!
By the time you get to read this, my little anklebiters will probably have ‘woken’ me up (I’ll be lying in bed, pretending to sleep) with that sweet little birthday song, some home-made birthday cards, and (if Sir Pe has picked up all those hints in the form of e-mails, notes and messages) a couple of wrapped up books to savour.
It is Swedish tradition to wake up the birthday person (child or adult) with presents, candles and birthday cake. That’s right – you have to eat cake for breakfast! We don’t usually follow this tradition although last year, I had ice cream with chocolate sauce and blueberries for breakfast!
But – if I were to have some cake – what kind would it be, do you think?
I think that all those with dentist-phobia (like myself) would like to send me a cake with a bite in revenge for my horrifying dentist stories.
To tell you the ‘tooth’, I wouldn’t look this gift horse in the mouth!
And from all those who have been appalled or amused by my sewing mishaps, I might received something a along these lines…
Sew…what do you think? Too good to eat? (So, that’s what needle and thread looks like…)
I have to confess, though, that I do have a weakness for chocolate, especially dark chocolate. Wouldn’t it be great if a big refrigerated truck drew up outside the house and delivered this eye-opening sculpture – made out of chocolate?
When 900 years you reach, look as good, you will not.