Today is the birthday of my dear wife, She Who Will Be Named Later- who of course doesn't look a single day, no make that a single hour, older than she did on the day I met her. In fairness though it was quite a rainy day in Dublin, and she was covered in mud from digging a massive pit in the middle of a viking-age site so my memory may be hazy. I am very confident, then, that she doesn't look a day older than the first time I saw her. As you can see I'm not very good with this complimenting business and likely should have just said:
Happy Birthday Dear! and not blogged all that stuff about her being older...or not older I mean. See, I'm pretty hopeless.
Of course, I am the guy who thought it was a great compliment to tell her, upon seeing a picture of her when she was 15, that "I thought you would have been hotter". The reasons I thought that would be a great compliment are difficult to explain and are, actually, best forgotten as it did take several years for that particular marital-blunder to fade into 'our' distant memory.
In any case it is my wife's birthday and by the time you read this I will be busily rushing about trying to ensure she has a wonderful day. I have taken the day off of work (she was not so lucky and is trapped till noon) so I have few hours before I meet her for cocktails and lunch. I think birthday's should always be special. It's the one time of the year when you are allowed to be selfish and think only of yourself. Me, me, me, me, me! That should be the mantra of everyone on their birthday.
There won't be (much) time for gaming then...... though, maybe, if I cut a few corners, I could get a cheeky couple games of WoT in....hmmm...how bad could it be if I just played for a half-hour or so? What could be the harm? Couldn't be worse than telling her she should have looked better when she was younger, could it? Could it?
|OMG, how cheeky is that! This is a picture of a cake she made for me, on my birthday! Me, me, me, me, me, me! That is my war-cry. Are you feeling sorry for her yet?|