Happy Birthday Mon Amour!
The ocean is big with plenty of fishes.
My ocean is warm and lovely, yours is cold even on summer days.
What chance do we have to find each other in those wide blue waters.
There’s harmony in the tides of the ocean.
It brings us in each other’s arms.
Chance is good. And I thank you for choosing me to be your beloved.
You do not have to be grumpy about how little time I spent scratching your head and back.
I know how much you like it and how it relaxes you. I like being scratched and caressed too.
We both are Pisceans with the pleasures of felines.
You had a full decade enjoying the caress of my finger tips. Don’t get spoiled already!
But we birthed our little David, and he got our freakiness of “scratch my back” too.
Now it’s a competition between you two. And sorry, the smallest gets the price.
Not because he is the smallest, but because his scream is the loudest and the most annoying!
Patience Pisces, you had your turn na, you’ll get your turn again soon.
When David gets a girl who will scratch his back too! He he he! I enjoy being with you. We are so alike and not so alike.
You are Dory, the fish and I’m a monkey fish.
Does it exist?
We used to call each other “mate”. (oz version).
Then it evolved to lover, to my love.
That’s when we are in loving moods.
Otherwise you call me bitch, boss, devil or lord.
I call you jerk.
And we have a fun ride. Isn’t it funny?
We have our own share of frustrations, and fights
My countless episodes of
“I’m-so-packing-up-and-leave-this-place!”
You call it dramatic, a sure winning stance for Oscar!
Then look at me, still sticking my ageing ass with you.
And you the same with me.
I love you, and love all the minute spent with you!
The signs of times are here.
I call you papa. You call me mama.
The next thing we know we call each other papie and mamie.
Time flies fast pop, this is another year added to your greying head.
In a few days time it will be my turn.
Have you thought about my gift yet? He he he
Your worry of white hair is so vain compared to mine.
I worry about how my bio clock is ticking fast!
Time to give the boy a brother or a sister!
And I definitely need your help when it comes to that!
Before we really, really, really become old-sagging-farts!
What do you think?
Happy birthday mon grand poisson!
I miss you already!
My ocean is warm and lovely, yours is cold even on summer days.
What chance do we have to find each other in those wide blue waters.
There’s harmony in the tides of the ocean.
It brings us in each other’s arms.
Chance is good. And I thank you for choosing me to be your beloved.
You do not have to be grumpy about how little time I spent scratching your head and back.
I know how much you like it and how it relaxes you. I like being scratched and caressed too.
We both are Pisceans with the pleasures of felines.
You had a full decade enjoying the caress of my finger tips. Don’t get spoiled already!
But we birthed our little David, and he got our freakiness of “scratch my back” too.
Now it’s a competition between you two. And sorry, the smallest gets the price.
Not because he is the smallest, but because his scream is the loudest and the most annoying!
Patience Pisces, you had your turn na, you’ll get your turn again soon.
When David gets a girl who will scratch his back too! He he he! I enjoy being with you. We are so alike and not so alike.
You are Dory, the fish and I’m a monkey fish.
Does it exist?
We used to call each other “mate”. (oz version).
Then it evolved to lover, to my love.
That’s when we are in loving moods.
Otherwise you call me bitch, boss, devil or lord.
I call you jerk.
And we have a fun ride. Isn’t it funny?
We have our own share of frustrations, and fights
My countless episodes of
“I’m-so-packing-up-and-leave-this-place!”
You call it dramatic, a sure winning stance for Oscar!
Then look at me, still sticking my ageing ass with you.
And you the same with me.
I love you, and love all the minute spent with you!
The signs of times are here.
I call you papa. You call me mama.
The next thing we know we call each other papie and mamie.
Time flies fast pop, this is another year added to your greying head.
In a few days time it will be my turn.
Have you thought about my gift yet? He he he
Your worry of white hair is so vain compared to mine.
I worry about how my bio clock is ticking fast!
Time to give the boy a brother or a sister!
And I definitely need your help when it comes to that!
Before we really, really, really become old-sagging-farts!
What do you think?
Happy birthday mon grand poisson!
I miss you already!
Posted by in 08:26:44
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After reading your articles, I can not agree with you more.