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Yes January 8th is Elvis’ birthday. It was also supposed to be M’s birthday, but as is entirely fitting considering her approach to life, she stayed put for another (almost) two weeks.
But never one to miss the opportunity for a party, this year, she decided we would celebrate Elvlis’ birthday. Fine by me.
Lunch is fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches.
Dinner will be cheeseburgers. With salad, though – we can’t keep the Elvis lifestyle up completely. I’m also insisting that everyone Uh-huhs, and Thangyamaams as much as possible.
This could become a yearly event…
The peanut butter and banana sandwiches were nice enough – the first couple of bites were the best – but oh man, we were completely exhausted afterwards! I don’t know how on earth Elvis managed any degree of productivity after one of these. Its three hours after lunch and it’s still ominously sitting in my tum. Me and husband crashed out on the sofas watching the man with the golden gun, while F and, to a lesser degree, M provided a running commentary…is that the man with the golden gun? is that him? does he want the golden gun? why is he a baddie? who’s that? is that the man with the golden gun (again)?
The cheeseburgers might have to happen tomorrow, sorry Elvis.