(Felt cake by Vivian's Kitchen on Etsy)A WEEK!? Geeeez, where did that go?!!!
It started off with chocolate :) Then it was Mr You's birthday, so there was more chocolate. Then his Mum came to visit and gave him 4 bags of chocolate for his birthday... so our sugar levels are right up there on the dial, verging on "coma".
Back to the birthday, Happy Birthday Mr You!
Mr You who is tall, funny, sleepy, and has the sweetest tooth I know. Mr You, who found all of the chocolate the Easter Bunny hid around the house in less than 10 minutes (damn it), but then pretended not to find the last one for another 2 days, just to make me less disappointed.
Mr You, who plays guitar for me if I'm cooking dinner, and who's fingers twitch involuntarily as though he's still playing guitar while he's drifting off the sleep each night.
Mr You who is kind, generous, warm, smart and laughs often.
Mr You who sometimes behaves 30 years younger than he is...
Exhibit A: Over lunch today he sang Cher's "Do You Believe in Life After Love" in a stupid novelty voice EVERY SINGLE TIME I went to speak (and only for the duration of time I was trying to speak). FOR NO REASON (i.e. we had not had a fight, meaning no retaliatory torture was indebted).
That song is a crime in itself.
This "game" continued for about 15 minutes!
Yes it was annoying, then I laughed hysterically for a while, and in the end I managed to tell him what I wanted to by singing it at him in the same tune and novelty voice. HA!
Mr You, never dull. .xx.