The weather has taken a turn for the chill. I slept in until 9:30 this morning while rain pitter-pattered away outside. My four year old nephew sang to the answering machine. It must be my birthday. Mr. Beagle baked a cake.
And bought me the second purse (the lustworthy one). A little more lazing around, then burgers and milkshakes, followed by, yep, more lazing, perhaps with a DVD. This is the way to spend a birthday.