MJ threw me a surprise party.
“Didn’t you suspect that there’d be a surprise party?”
“Er…”
“You know, because it’s your birthday?”
“Not really…”
“And because Mary is the queen of surprise parties?”
“Well, we only see things like that on American television where I come from, so no.”
“So it really was a surprise?”
“Totally. Did you not see the shock on my face, and the fact that I couldn’t speak for about 20 minutes? Mary’s fantastic isn’t she?”
“She sure is.”
Thanks for the surprise. Thanks for the cake, cider and surprise preparations. Thanks for coming along and blowing me away. Thanks for the kind words and cards and bolo tie and chai and hugs and balloons and decorations and for driving over on a school night to make me feel fantastic.
All I have in return is a treat for all those of you who like dragging women about with your mice: http://www.izpitera.ru/lj/tetka.swf