Is it a major faux paux to be late for one’s own party? I didn’t mean to be late but somehow time just escapes me. Perhaps if I could put Time in a Bottle I could figure out how to make it last.
Now I have to get all new hats, too, because your comments have made my head swell.
In any case, thanks for the champagne, the boat trip, the cake, the cheesecake, the really big pie, the Pedigree although I prefer Blue Elephant – being a Shar-Pei my digestion is, shall we say, delicate , the pancakes, and all.
I am not too sure about the mattress made of kittens. That might be a bit prickly.