My Crone Sleeps Alone
Today is the birthday of Mrs. Perils and, once again, I’m out of town and unable to celebrate it properly. My plane arrives in Seattle tonight at 11:15 and, even if I do get in the door a tick before midnight, it probably wouldn’t be the best present to wake her with a wobbly rendition of “Happy Birthday”.
Instead, along with the packet of airline pretzels that I usually bestow on her after a road trip, I may steal her a cookie from the airline club in Minneapolis. No, better yet, I’ve saved her a piece of cake from my birthday last month:
Happy Birthday, dear!
