Friday, July 15, 2005

The Birthday Boy


Today is all about my man, my main squeeze, my lover, my friend, the father of my children, the smartest and sexiest man I know, my number one boy-fren, the man I will grow old and cranky with.

Today, dear friends, Sergei turns 35 years old!

I pieced together a football cake last night, covered in chocolate jimmies and frosting laces, which we will eat tonight after a casual dinner at a restaurant of his choosing. Then there will be the opening of gifts, many cards, many kisses. And hopefully a little love-makin' later!

Feel free to email him your birthday wishes, boobie photos, and quips (

Love ya, honey!


At 9:39 AM, Blogger Sergei C. said...

Thank you, Puss.

At 11:10 AM, Blogger jo(e) said...

Oh, they are supposed to be footballs. When the photo first came up, I thought for sure they were breasts.

At 12:40 PM, Blogger Mona Buonanotte said...

Sergei: We have to muffle the headboard on the bed, we really need to.

jo(e): Next year, two kid-friendly, one XXX!!!

At 1:50 PM, Blogger Pisser said...

I am sending you a headboard muffler, a lock for your bedroom door, and a picture of my ass, which also doubles as padding!

GREAT cake, Mona!
Is that coconut on top, or chocolate shavings, or...?

Are you gonna pop out of it later? ;)

At 1:51 PM, Blogger Pisser said...

Er, what are chocolate "jimmies"?
Is that like doohickeys?

At 4:31 PM, Blogger Avatar said...

Sprinkles. Lucky bastard. Oh, and happy birthday, Sergei. Again.

At 9:31 PM, Blogger Mona Buonanotte said...

Pisser: Jimmies are just a high-falutin' way of saying 'sprinkles', must be some east coast thing. And I LURVED the picture of your ass! Yowzah!

Avatar: Sprinkles are not as good a body topping as frosting, however, as they keep rolling off.


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