Papa Pat reaches house. Papa Pat goes into bathroom. Me fumbles with lighter as I try to light the candle (I am not good with surprises! Or lighters!!). I pick up the cake shakily with the one loppy candle and hide behind the wall. Toilet door opens. I can hear Papa Pat's footsteps. I jump out from behind the wall. Papa Pat flinches in shock. I start singing (unsuccessfully as I cannot stop laughing at Papa Pat's reaction). Papa Pat is grinning from ear-to-ear, still in shock at both the surprise and getting pounced on. Makes wish. Blows candle. Cuts cake. I pull out pressie from below the sofa. Papa Pat smiles gleefully like a 5-year old. We playing guessing game. He gets it right on the first try. (DAMMNNN! He claims I am super predictable. I am soooooo NOT ok!!! ARRRGGH!) Spends next hour playing with pressie and eating cake.
Mission: Accomplished!
Singing: Tone-deaf.
Reaction: Priceless!
We is happy.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
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3 comments:
PATnessa: happy birthday!
patNESSA: where's the mama in the mama van? are you already..................... = raise eyebrow =
Wish pat (why papa pat by the way?) happy bday on my behalf!!
And what was the prezzie?? Tell!
Pudding: hehe wa lao mama van's oven got no bun oven yet!!! think papa pat will get heart attack if there is!
KC: haha no particular reason la - just sounded nice! hee hee will tell u next time!
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