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.