Happy birthday to Lloyd,
Happy birthday to Lloyd,
Happy birthday, y’old bastard,
Can we eat cake now?
(No, I’m not being needlessly cruel. He likes it when I get a little cruel with him. 
Note to Lloyd: No, I didn’t tell anyone how old you are. Your secret’s safe with me, Methuseleh.
Thank you, Our Miss Snowball. It was quite a nice Lloyd’s Birthday, actually. My parents were going to come into town and offered to take us to dinner. Lloyd agreed to put off his requested fish’n’chips extravaganza until tonight, and we made reservations at Compass. Then Mom called back to say that she & stepdad couldn’t get a hotel room, and so they would just day-trip today and take us out for brunch. Lloyd and I decided to keep the Compass reservation anyway, so in the end he got a nice dinner after all. And he’s getting brunch with my parents *and* fish’n’chips at A Salt and Battery tonight. I wonder if he and my mom engineered this whole weekend behind my back.
Did you *really* have a lovely day? Or are you just being all British about it?
Thank you, Our Miss Snowball. It was quite a nice Lloyd’s Birthday, actually. My parents were going to come into town and offered to take us to dinner. Lloyd agreed to put off his requested fish’n’chips extravaganza until tonight, and we made reservations at Compass. Then Mom called back to say that she & stepdad couldn’t get a hotel room, and so they would just day-trip today and take us out for brunch. Lloyd and I decided to keep the Compass reservation anyway, so in the end he got a nice dinner after all. And he’s getting brunch with my parents *and* fish’n’chips at A Salt and Battery tonight. I wonder if he and my mom engineered this whole weekend behind my back.
Did you *really* have a lovely day? Or are you just being all British about it?