Had a lovely date with my wifey, Alysse today. We walked all across the city, indulging in the much needed retail therapy. She decided to torture me and gives me my birthday card (which is apparently is the most awesome-est card ever) with strict instructions not to open it til my birthday. ... that's like shoving cake in front of a fat kid and telling him not to eat it. Its borderline cruel! LOL!
LOL! "Stop reading through the envelope" ngaww, you know me too well! =D
My feet still hurt.
So jealous much, Cynthia?
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