Which is a lovely idea and we were both thrilled to bits about it.
Except that it entailed both of us staying up till 11.45 so we could drag Ilajna out with us. Which would have been fine if it just hadn't been a darned Sunday evening.
Sunday evening is my time to prepare for the upcoming week by: a) Listing and bemoaning the weekend chores that I didn't quite get round to b) Generally starting the get-ready-for-bed process at an appallingly early 8pm c) Donning a particularly glum and mopey expression of the only kind suitable for a Sunday evening
By 9.00 pm, Azdadoobie and I were already yawning and stretching. I turned to Azdadoobie and asked plaintively, "what time is it? How much longer?"
But finally, FINALLY, it was 11.45 and time to drag Ilajna, much to her surprise, to the nearby french cafe.
The three of us celebrating at the cafe
Later that evening, Azdadoobie and I had planned a surprise dinner for Ilajna. Somehow, between the two of us, much panic and considerable consternation, we managed to rustle up a mini-feast. We had invited Milo, Dub and Seagull, and soon the evening was proceeding in full festive regalia.
Azdadoobie tasting the birthday cake
Ilajna, Milo, Azdadoobie and Dub - after dinner but before champagne
Azdadoobie, Milo and me
Seagull and Ilajna
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