No holiday for Uncle Chris’s birthday
My uncle Chris turned 36 (in human years - it would be a heck of a lot more than that in dog years) today.
If he lived in France, he’d get a holiday for his birthday because it’s Bastille Day. But he in lives in Melbourne, and had to go to work as normal (which my mum says is about as demanding for Uncle Chris as a public holiday is in France).
Uncle Chris had a special dinner at a Chinese restaurant, and my mum and dad went. They couldn’t take me because I can’t sit very well on chairs in restaurants. I like to jump up on the table, but apparently that makes other people nervous. I don’t know why. It’s not like I’m gonna eat all their dinner. I have a very small appetite, and I’m pretty fussy about what I eat.
Afterwards they all went back to cousin Poppy’s house and uncle Chris had this really good birthday cake that Aunty Andrea made. With help from cousin Poppy, of course, who apparently licked the icing to help smooth it out real nice.
Posted by Bacchus on July 14th, 2003 at 03:46pm
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