'Twas the Day After Birthday...

Mustang Diaries Archive on January 4, 2010, 16:15


Waking up with a ball of left over fondant still rumbling about in your tummy is not my idea of fun. I climbed out of bed, wobbled and wove my way through the house in a near diabetic coma only to come face to face with a yellow submarine still sitting on my kitchen table. Must be everyone thought it was so pretty, they couldn't bear to eat it, right? Must be.

I yawned, smacked my lips a bit, scratched my tummy and then stretched in an effort to wake up. What day is this, again? Oh, yeah! The Day After Birthday... and Darling has to get up and go to school. Poor little punk.


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