It was Becca’s birthday today, and I was ill. Never the greatest of combinations, but I hope she managed to have a good time even if I was a little bit non-communicative because of it.
She got to steal my pudding at least, so hopefully that made her happy.
Also, she got Scribblenauts, stamps with her face on them and a John Barrowman poster that reads “You know, I’m really wired. What do you say I take you home and eat your pussy?” (photo soon). A good day for presents then 