Yesterday, the universe kept bombarding me with hints. I can hear myself in retrospect, blabbering on.
- The Lord of the Rings films? Well, they certainly look good, particularly the Hobbiton scenes with the birthday party, and...
- Oh, look this chicken must be used by the 22. of September. That's today!
- Ha! It's (acquaintance)'s birthday today. Facebook really is handy. I'll leave a message on her wall.
- Sure I have Kjeld's number if you need to call him. It's...
And so on. I went to bed earlyish, but I couldn't sleep. And I absolutely didn't get why, there had been no scary movies, no caffeine binging, no frantic late night writing. Then I woke up this morning and found a mock-wounded message on my mobile.
Kjeld, I'm so sorry! What can I say but happy birthday yesterday, my very best non-sibling, non-husband friend. You are a wonderful guy of the Napoleon quoting, moonwalking, paternity leave taking, chivalrous, fairy tale sort, and I'm a total idiot.
I do love you, though.
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And congrats from me too! (Innocent, I never knew)
I know a tale of me, a tale of woe, bitter tears and a lump in my throat like a piece of stuck, undigested birthday cake. Alas, my friends have abandonded me on this, the very birthday of Frodo, Bilbo and myself.......
But you are totally forgiven my dear Tone. How could I ever be bitter when thinking of you?? ;)
Big kisses
Oh, and thanks Line!!
Oh, crap. I totally forgot to e-mail him. I'll do it now and pretend that we're on some totally different calendar system here in America. Julian? Aztec? Hebrew? Maybe one of those. He'll totally buy it, right?
Oh yes, he's gullible like that. Just say McCain made you forget it.
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