Its official

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?

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