Today is Grumpy's birthday. Man, is he old.
Anyway, he didn't get breakfast in bed, poor sod. But I did make him a cake last night. And I popped Violet Crumbleruff up on the bench to help. Oh those paws of hers got right in there and stirred away at this bowl of mixture and that.
Come on, now. You don't think I was serious? As if I'd ever let the cat sit up on the kitchen bench. But, geez, I hope she gives herself a good clean today. That cake mix seems to have really crusted itself on.
Tonight we're meeting Bloody Ern & Bezley at Kailis's for dinner. Because what could be better on your birthday than fish and chips with your in-laws? Wheeeeeeee!