Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Life in the Dream House

Things have been so busy I didn't even get a post up for my birthday back on the 4th of October.


Well, there you have it; 57 trips around the sun. No wonder I feel tired.

Other than the embarassing tiara the best moment of the day was the cake; my Bride gave me a classic every-verging-on-passe'-man's-dream-gift; a nubile blonde popping out of his birthday cake:


Mind you, she was legless and only 6 inches tall, but then I'm not exactly Cary Grant myself.


But I had it from my child that her plastic conical breasts tasted just like vanilla frosting.

Happy Birthday to me, then.

5 comments:

Leon said...

Happy birthday you old fart.

Lisa said...

A belated Happy Birthday, Chief.

Here's to many more.

Syrbal/Labrys said...

Happy Birthday indeed. (Note to husband: NO Barbie in MY 61st cake this month, ok? Nor, Ken!)

But hey, yay for vanilla icing, right?

Big Daddy said...

Happy belated birthday, hoping to see you in meatspace in the near future.

Barry said...

Happy Birthday!