My happiness is your gift

My birthday started out with coffee and traffic. At least the coffee was hot, and traffic meant that I spent less time at work. Everyone knows that work is a four-letter word, and even if I look on the brighter side, the day was still a pain in the ass. Luckily, Angie was in charge of the evening.

Feeding the animals, brushing their teeth, and getting them into pajamas was an easy task. Getting Tommy to actually sleep - worthless. See, Tommy had taken a power nap at kindergarten, so he was giggling hysterically at my birthday wish for him to dream sweetly. After an hour and a half, I emerged from the bedroom victorious. I always do.

As I danced my victory lap into the living room, I noticed that Angie was smiling. This by itself it not unusual - it's even been known to happen more than once a year. The second thing my trained eye picked up on was Ute lying on the sofa. At first glance, it looked like she had settled in for a comfortable night of watching TV and listening for wild animals that go bonk ga-bank haw-freaky-tank in the night. Hey, wait a minute - did Angie arrange someone to sit on our babies?

Yes, Tweety Bird, 'she did, she did!'.

The night was AWESOME. Angie and I hit the pub where we met, only now it is known as 'Brass Monkey' and not 'Napper Tandy's'. On our first night, Angie and I hated each other with a mutually verbal passion. It was cool that we did not have an encore for my birthday. Instead, Angie abandoned me to go play table soccer. On her behalf, I must admit that I rather enjoyed the manly-man beer-talk at the bar with the boys as the women and Walid (no offense) dominated the soccer table.

I took my Cinderella home at high-five before midnight, but trust me - I did not waste any time with trying on stinky ball slippers. Angie denies with a passion that any part of her body could smell like anything other than roses. She also believes that Yeltsin is spelled with a 'J', though, so what does she know? Other than how to organize a cool night out, of course.
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Ladder Talk:
1) What was the best part of your day?
Peter: That we played football at school.
David: That I played with Yuki.
Tom: Fart! Fart! Fart! Hahahahaha...

2) What was the worst part of your day?
Peter: I really didn't have one because I am weird.
David: That Tommy swung his arm and bam me in the face.
Tom: The worst part was fart! Hahahahaha...

3) What would you like to do tomorrow?
Peter: I want to play with Arman.
David: Play games with Yuki.
Tom: Want I play in the kindergarten.