Today is my birthday.
To celebrate, I took yesterday off work. On Thursday my lovely, lovely colleagues surprised me with cake, flowers and chocolates. This is as a direct result of my insistence on constantly reminding the people around me of the date of my birthday. How can people be expected to remember, if you don’t remind them? And, if you’ve forgotten, it’s never too late to send a card.
Mind you, this conversation was was not entirely what I hoped for:
Me: It’s my birthday, happy birthday to me. Gosh I’m so old now. Who would have thought youthful little me would ever reach this great age. Goodness gracious me, go on, go on guess how old I am.
Foolish work colleague: 40?
Indignant me: 38!
And, after a particularly busy period, things are going swimmingly at work in general at the moment.
The Princess greeted me with this the other day:
The excitement. However, since she is left handed and firmly believes that the world should be ordered to suit her, this is what I got on my birthday card:
Lovely all the same.
As it is my birthday, I reserve the right to put in here whatever random things take my fancy. This, as you will be fully aware, is not the kind of operation we usually run here at waffle blogs incorporated. Please see below, Cinderella of the ancien régime:
The Princess is very taken with “Barbie of Swan Lake” these days. What can I say; it was recommended to us by friends. We will cut them in future. It stars Frasier as the baddy and Janice from “Friends” as his daughter. You would think that at least one of these people had enough money to be saved from the indignity of doing voiceovers in “Barbie of Swan Lake”. So taken is the Princess with this that Mr. Waffle has bought her the music by Mr. Tchaikovsky. She is unclear as to why Mr. Tchaikovsky is so derivative and composes music identical to that made famous by Barbie but she likes his stuff. You may see her dancing/flapping to the music here.
In conclusion, you might like to know, 38 is a lot of candles and this isn’t the half of it:
Happy birthday! You are the next in a long line of bloggers (myself included) who has recently turned 38. I’m beginning to wonder if there is something about approaching forty that makes people blog. Do you think it could be the trauma of having been a teen in the Eighties, and having been forced to grow long fringes and listen to Boy George and the B-52s?
Hooray, happy birthday!
Jack Dalton says
I blame Deacon Blue, Hue & Cry, The Proclaimers and The Beautiful South. And of course Dexy.
Happy Birthday, ‘waf. You Oldie you,
Happy Birthday! Good cake.
Happy Birthday! And the card is in the post….
Happy Happy Birthday!
happy birthday, dear waffle. my life is richer for knowing and reading you … xo
Happy birthday! And my philosophy is, when the cake get crowded with candles, get a bigger cake. Of course, you have a long way to go before your cake is truly crowded, so why not get a bigger cake just because you deserve it?
Happy birthday! Yummy cake! Did you let Cinderella have some before her head got lopped off?
Aren’t you all very kind? Thank you. LetterB, that would be no. Jack, particularly Dexy, yes.
Happy Birthday Ms Waffle..and of course all efforts(like the EU) that bring about inclusion among different peoples are to be lauded..and no I can’t begin to hazard a guess as to what X, Y and Z could mean
Happy Belated Birthday (while I’m able to comment). I’ll be joining the 38 club later in the year. I’m glad to see I’ll be in such good company x