Tomorrow is my lady-husband’s birthday. Well actually hopefully it’s today by the time you’re reading this. Either way, she is turning the ripe old age of 28. I remember being 28…. back then we had to walk 10 miles through the snow to get to school, with no shoes and only cow pats to keep our feet warm. Or maybe I’m getting confused with my dad’s ‘when I was a boy’ stories…
So, it’s Ruski’s birthday and that can mean only one thing: time to celebrate! But you’ve got to remember that my lady-husband doesn’t celebrate like the rest of the world. No birthday cake and sleep-ins for her. Instead it’s up for a 6am birthday sweat session, lovingly prepared by me.
Don’t you wish I was your lady-husband? Well here’s the next best thing:
Happy Birthday Ruskinator. You are thoughtful, gorgeous and hilarious (even when you don’t mean to be), with just the right amount of crazy.
Can’t imagine life without you lady xx
p.s France and Scotland are the same country aren’t they?