I got mail! I got a parcel even! From the UK! From Cathy! With strict instructions not to open it until Saturday, which is my birthday. (How did Cathy know when my birthday is? Where did I leave that lying around?)
I’m so excited. Since I can’t open it yet, I’m amusing myself eliminating the possibilities.
It’s not Big Ben unless he’s smaller than I thought.
It’s not a handsome prince cos it’s the wrong shape.
It’s not one of the guards from Buckingham Palace (see above re: shape).
It’s not a nice cuppa, cos the packaging ain’t soggy.
It’s not scones, cos they wouldn’t have made it past the sniffer dogs.
It’s not the obligatory birthday hanky, cos it’s too big and my nana already sent me that.
It’s not a soccer ball. Unless it’s deflated and neatly folded.
It’s not chocolates, unless they’re so well packed they don’t rattle.
I hope it’s not something that would break if you rattled it too hard.
There are still several possibilities under investigation. I’ll keep you posted.
Posted by Fionnaigh at June 30, 2004 02:43 PMis it an exotic english flightless bird?
Is it a plane?
Happy birthday from me to you for Saturday! May your days be full of raisins and cookies, and your nights warm and toasty.
Ooooh! Parssels!
Niceness.
Maybe its some fog?
(in a box)
hi there, i discovered this by accident, an embarrassing accident which i dont think id like to expand on, anyway, im new to this kind of thing, reading on about somebodies experiences and stuff, intruiging, i found i didnt want to read on, but i couldnt look away, just kept reading, i love your thoughts, i just want to wish you a happy birthday,
cool,
ps. my birthday falls a day before yours - imma scoul restaurants for free birthday meals. hehe
Posted by: werrnell at July 1, 2004 02:20 PM