I was going to write a post about my birthday but I can’t because I am hormonal and angry and just shouted at Grande Fromage for looking over my shoulder again while I am trying to look on the internet, commenting on everything that I look at which is just so annoying. I suspect that I have just overreacted a touch too much but it has definately removed my will to type about how wonderful and fantastic he is and how fabulous he made my birthday weekend.
He did and it was and in a few days I will be able to do it all justice but fight now my inner teenager is screaming and slamming doors and pouting and on days like this I find it is just better to let it all go and do what she wants to.
I have pictures to post and I will post them soon. Right now I am going to suck the last dregs of wine out of the fridge and then go to bed with a hot water bottle and a good chick lit book and sulk. So there!