Tomorrow is the theater god's birthday.
(Yes, he's a Gemini. Which means I get to sleep with twins every night. *waggles eyebrows*)
Of course, he'll be at work. Can't be helped -- summers are for opera, and operas don't stage themselves.
But that's okay. We're going out to dinner with his folks tonight, and that will be fun. And we'll celebrate more after this first summer opera is in the bag.
TG used to be a few months younger than me, but (I've arbitrarily decided) he's much older now that I've stopped counting my birthdays. Being a cougar was fun while it lasted, but why do it to death?
Besides, I'm sure TG would love to be my sugar daddy instead of my boy toy. Just to mix things up a bit. Gotta keep things sassy. ;)
Think I could get him to put this on for me?
Yeah, me neither.
Happy Birthday, Sweetie*! I love you, whatever your age.
P.S. No, I didn't bake that cake. Come on. Me? In the kitchen? Frankly, there are better rooms in the house to get things cookin'. ;)
*Get it? "Sweetie" -- because he's my sugar daddy. Ha! Sometimes I crack myself up.