bow legged and birthdayed
Guess who had a birthday, has a wang so big Guinness keeps calling, made up with their hot as wife, and ALL in the span of one week AND has two thumbs (to better point at said wang)?
THIS GUY.
That's right, things are looking up for Ol' Mitch these days. The birthday celebration was a solid one. Spent Friday night before home with Diva, relaxing and partaking in our mutually favoured activities. Then on Saturday (woe) we went and saw my family which was as horrible and embarrassing as expected and mum totally embarrassed us/herself after her third glass of pinot by getting all misty eyed talking about the day I was born like we ALL haven't heard the story of the Birth of Christ like a billion times already. Sunday we went to the Joey Moose exhibit in Hoxditch for some truly terrifying pop music enchantment (and brunch) and Joey straight up regifted to me what Santa brought him last year, which is okay, because if that's what he needs to do to feel like a man compared to me, I'm generous enough to allow it.
Tomorrow Diva Dajve and I are going on a little weekend holi to the English countryside for her to see the effigy that was made in my honour (a la the birth story aforementioned) even if they got the scale a bit too small on certain parts. We'll see you next week. Diva will be walking bow-legged, but we'll be here. Cheers for the rest of the well wishes and pressies, really outdone yourselves this year.
THIS GUY.
That's right, things are looking up for Ol' Mitch these days. The birthday celebration was a solid one. Spent Friday night before home with Diva, relaxing and partaking in our mutually favoured activities. Then on Saturday (woe) we went and saw my family which was as horrible and embarrassing as expected and mum totally embarrassed us/herself after her third glass of pinot by getting all misty eyed talking about the day I was born like we ALL haven't heard the story of the Birth of Christ like a billion times already. Sunday we went to the Joey Moose exhibit in Hoxditch for some truly terrifying pop music enchantment (and brunch) and Joey straight up regifted to me what Santa brought him last year, which is okay, because if that's what he needs to do to feel like a man compared to me, I'm generous enough to allow it.
Tomorrow Diva Dajve and I are going on a little weekend holi to the English countryside for her to see the effigy that was made in my honour (a la the birth story aforementioned) even if they got the scale a bit too small on certain parts. We'll see you next week. Diva will be walking bow-legged, but we'll be here. Cheers for the rest of the well wishes and pressies, really outdone yourselves this year.