So it was Ruthies 24th birthday yesterday, and we are all feeling somewhat delicate and pathetic.
If you need us we shall be horizontal somewhere watching trashy telly, probably clenching onto a half eaten burger and covered (somewhat inexplicably) with glitter.
Party on dude.
*picks up Wuss n’ Boots, puts them in a tub of warm water, washes them, fixes them a nice cup of tea and puts them in bed with me to recover from a cold*
Happy (belated) birthday, Ruthie!!!
Happy birthday to you!
The world certainly benefited the day you were born.
I hope it was a thrasher:)
Haha cheers guys!!! 🙂