Today was officially my Worst Birthday Ever.
Grumpy has decided he will be sick too. Felt like he was missing out or something.
It’s not fair! It’s MY birthday.
I even had to get out of bed. Mostly because I couldn’t stand anyone touching me.
Godzilla, somehow, has managed to escape whatever bug it is that has come to live in our house. Probably because he eats a lot of Floor Food and has an impenetrable immune system.
Fortunately, my business colleague left us with 4 huge bags of lollies that Godzilla was able to access.
So he was well fed for the day. No need to worry about him.
Still, I never got my cake with candles. Does that mean officially I don’t turn a year older?
