D-Girl turns three on Wednesday, so I'm planning on bunking work to spend it with her.

She's getting a bike.

She knows she's getting a bike, because yesterday she saw a box with a picture of a bike on it down in the garage.

But she does not understand what a "Wednesday" is and why she must wait till then to get her damn bike.

She should count herself lucky. When I was growing up, all I got was a box with a picture of a bike on it.

She’s not sure how old she will be, but she does know there will be three candles on the “happy cake”.

She knows there will be three candles on it, because daddy-man keeps refusing to agree to the “2-4-6-8-10” candles she keeps insisting on.

And, damnit. I actually have to build the bike before she can ride it, so I guess I’d better get on to that at some stage.

Maybe she would be happy with just a wheel and a stick instead? That would be easier.

I think I’m beginning to see why I ended up with just a cardboard box…

I fell asleep while playing guitar in bed last night.

When D-Missus came to turn in, she yanked the guitar off of top of me and woke me up, demanding to know “WHO’S THIS SLUT?”.

And WHY were my fingers resting on her G-string…?

Crazy lady.

At least she wasn’t A Minor.