In Honor of GDL and His Birthday....

[sariagray]

Me: Today is Gareth’s birthday! *Pause* Well, tomorrow, but it's today in Wales.
Mom: So soon after yours?
Me: *Blinks* Yes…how dare he?
Mom: *Chuckles* Are you doing anything to celebrate?
Me: I was thinking of taking him down to the pub….*Rolls eyes*
Mom: No, I mean like you celebrate Oscar’s or Elizabeth’s birthdays.
Me: I don’t think he’s quite reached that status yet….*ticks off on fingers* Literary genius ahead of his time, former Queen of England ahead of her time, Welsh guy who was on Torchwood. Nope, doesn’t fit.
Mom: You have to do something!
Me: Well, I was going to drink coffee and listen to Tool before going to work.
Mom: You do that every morning.
Me: Right. I know. *Sigh* I’ll have a piece of birthday cake?
Mom: It’s your cake! Leftovers! It doesn’t count! You have to do something unique! Something special.
Me: *Fake sob* I always knew he was your favorite child! You love him more than me!
Mom: Well, obviously. *Huffs* Was there ever any doubt?

Please note that the entire conversation above took place in completely ridiculous British accents whilst we were fancily smoking cigarettes. It sounded like a bizarre period drama that got crossed with Keeping Up Appearances or something?
 
HEY! Maybe RTD could use us in his kitchen table dramas! *Bats eyelashes prettily*

(Also note that I’m apparently on first-name basis with all of these people…which is a feat, as 2/3 of them died long before I was born…).

 

So...Happy Birthday, GDL, my mother's secret favorite child? (I don't even know).

Comments

[sariagray.livejournal.com]

Oh gosh! That sounds awful! I'm glad the building wasn't actually on fire, though. The power was out because of the car fire or another reason? Eek! Poor Rhyan! (Also - I love the way you've spelled his name. My brother is just plain old Ryan).

I'm sorry you're back in a hotel. Hopefully the power is back on. At least you got your cat back!

[usakiwigirl.livejournal.com]

I gots late check-out and I'm going back to sleep. The power is not supposed to be on until at least midday, so no point in being there until the kids are back from school. No clue how the fire, if indeed that is what it was, started. Nobody could actually give us a reason yesterday. All the office could say was that it was the fault of the power company, not the apartment complex. But honestly, I felt bad for some of the other residents. This is corporate housing, filled with a lot of government employees, mostly foreign service on training. But there are a lot of families here at the moment who have been evacuated from countries like Egypt that are in political turmoil. I'll bet they weren't expecting to be evacuated again from their evacuation refuge!

Rhyan is feeling much better this morning. We brought all his pressies over to the room for him to "open" - he picked out the lot from the lego store on Saturday, but he played the part of surprised kid very well last night! He got a couple of surprise mini-figs, one of which was one he actually wanted (it's a real crap-shoot as to what you'll actually end up with). It's an elf - he has named it, appropriately, Lego-las. What a damn card.

His name is actually a take on a Welsh spelling Ryan, which is my mother's maiden name. My daughter's name is a barstardized Gaelic name too - Seonaigh, pronounced Sho-na. It's a family name, my parent's first born was Seonaigh, but she didn't survive. Irritated the hell out of my hubs Norwegian family with that, they wanted me to give my kids solid scandinavian names like they all did, but why should I, I don't come from there, just because I have a scandinavian name means nothing! That was more of an accident, than anything, LOL.