Every year just about this time, this lil’monkey suddenly grows a lil older. Somewhat so on paper. Everyone of his friends would gather together over dinner to celebrate and rub it in this monkey’s face that he’s no longer as young as he would love to be.
Yes ladies & gentlemen, traditionally July has always been about my birthday. Well, traditionally! This year however, July creep in without even me noticing it. My mind has been so occupied with the wedding of the year that I must have forgotten about my birthday. Some said it was just “convenient” that I forgot about it. Perhaps, it’s just denial.
But truth is, no matter how I may have forgotten it, it was bound to happen. So over the weekend, McCutie locked in the entire Sunday to celebrate the special day. The special day, accordingly, is the day I was born to bring happiness to McCutie. Hence, the cause of celebration. *LOL*
After a few stressful week before this, McCutie hit the all the right spot by wanting to pamper me. McCutie pampered my appetite, my cravings, my feelings, my body and most of all, I was pampered with much love and joy. Still high thinking of it all.
McCutie also managed to pull off a stunt of getting all my friends for a surprise dinner at the end of the day. Just when I thought nobody wanted to celebrate with me the day before. Shucks. What have I done to deserve such sweet heavenly love from McCutie?
Lis, I can see you barfing there! Tee-hee…