When Your Legs Don't Work....

This pretty much sums up our night. 

Lots of laughing, laughing til we cried. 

Much of the laughing was over the birthday present I got her.

K loves Anchors.  She probably had about 5 about her person at any given time.    

I found a mug on line. 

Hand Made, beautiful shape.  China coloured, blue border round the top and a pretty little anchor painted on the front.  Perfect I thought.     And So I ordered it.  

When it arrived, I was delighted.  the packing was so stuffed i could barely get it out - and I reserved that packing for her. To keep it as perfect as It was received.  

When I looked inside however, .... painted on the inside rim -forever in your eye as you drink, " I'll love you til the ocean is folded and hung up to dry",

Now I like K, but I don't love her quite that much.  Seriously. 

Oh how we laughed.  She's never going to be able to drink anything out of that cup without sniggering helplessly. 

And as we parted, with a much gentler boob bump than usual, because we were so stuffed, we were a fert we might vomit, we waved to each other with shouts of... "until it is folded a little bit and almost dried.  

How romantic eh?