Happy Birthday To You...

...Eventually

I have already touched on the subject of Leap Years here.  But on this auspicious day I thought I'd like to share with you the EPIC poem I wrote for No.2.

On the occasion of his birthday. 

Which is today.

Although, as will become clear, my talent for poetry is Astonishing - my talent for presentation of word documents and the like is about a thousand years behind non-existent. 

For this I apologise.  I would have liked to present you with a visually pleasing item.  Unfortunately that is clearly Not To Be.

Try not to let it hamper your enjoyment.

Today is Your Birthday

The Actual Date

Nasty, Fat Leap Year

Making You Wait

A VALENTINE'S DAY MILKSHAKE...

Pity the man whose wife's birthday is just beforeValentine's Day.

He doesn't want to be buying more chocolates and/or cards and/or flowers.  And I don't blame him.

No really I don't.

I'm lucky enough to be married to a man who does (is that the right word?) romantic gestures all year round (on reflection I think perhaps makes romantic gestures is better) . . . Things like putting air in my car tyres; not making me feel a big ninny for being too much of a pussy to drive anywhere other than very, very local; encouraging me to do the crafty and writingy things I enjoy even though I feel guilty because I don't go out to work ...
I could go on.
(I won't, don't worry).

The Unkindest Cut . . ?

It's been haircuts all round in our house.  Well almost all round .  The dog was done on Monday, and the Daughter and the No.1 Son were done yesterday.  (I hardly need mention - I hope! - that the cuts took place in different establishments). 
The kids are happy with theirs, and the Dog is happy with everything, especially if it comes with cheese.

Before
(Which one's the rug?)

After
(What happened to the other rug?)

I, on the other hand, had my hair cut on my birthday, and it is only now - some 8 weeks later -  that I am able to talk about it without weeping uncontrollably.

(I'm kidding.  Well...kind of). 

It was not, as you've probably gathered, a good cut. 

February the Howmany?

Aaaah....you've got to feel sorry for the kiddies born on March 1st this year, haven't you?

My Middly Kiddly is most aggrieved at having to wait A WHOLE EXTRA DAY until his birthday tomorrow.  Bless.  The rest of us (in our family) have birthdays either before, or so long after, the leap that it makes barely a jot of difference.

He's feeling it for us all.

And he won't have his ire quelled by being to told to think about the kiddies who were actually born on February 29th, who have to wait FOUR YEARS for their actual birthday.

Because, hey, what the Sam Heck does that have to do with anything?!?!

Snow Time for a Birthday

It was my birthday yesterday and a thundering good time was had by.....me. 
But first.....the snow.  After last weekend's liberal dousing we were treated last night to another dusting. 
I say 'dusting' entirely in the sense of 'I really need to do some'.  The snow/dust layers are as thick as each other.  2 inches in places.
Yes, last night's dumping was a good 'un, but now I fear my birthday celebration with my pals may be kiboshed.  And there was homecooked chicken and chorizo paella promised too (sad face icon).
(Must really learn how to do those).