Happy Birthday

The song in my heart is having a birthday today.  In honour of this I bought him a ukulele and I don't regret it for one moment, not even really early in the morning.   I am excited for all of the future ukulele shenanigans which I will be certain to blog about after the bleeding stops.

Speaking of music, I don't sing.  It's one of my better qualities actually. I think far too many people who shouldn't sing, do.  I'm looking at you, Peebo.  So for Husband I have transcribed below what I have always felt "Happy Birthday" conveys, despite the fact that it is always droned out with all the lilting energy of a death march.  And I promise not to sing it.

Happy Birthday, Handsome

The Literal Lyrics for Happy Birthday:

It's your birthday!  Hooray!

It's a day just for you! Hooray!

You still have to go to work, fill out reports, deal with coworkers, commute, walk the dog, probably take out the trash, maybe pay a few bills, call the cable guy, fold laundry, and wash the supper dishes,

But it's your day so there will be cake!

You wanted chocolate but Uncle Steve is allergic,

So we got vanilla which is just fine. Hooray!

Happy Birthday! (I forgot to buy you a card.)