I just spent 4 hours arguing with Boo. About his birthday invitations.

It was 6 hours the other night.

At one point I threw my hands up in the air and screamed.

He smirked and said ‘Strangle me, like Homer does’

Friggin’ hell. If I beat him within an inch of his life, it would be rewarding the little shit.

So he won. My fabulously creative, freaking AMAZING invitations complete with the signature of Minerva McGonagall and Hogwarts crest is now in tatters on the floor.

And he has done his own.

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and the flip side.

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It has taken 3 days and he is STILL freaking screaming about it….   tonights hysteria is about the RSVP.  He wants it to be 24/7 as in 24 hours / 7 days.

He is mumbling about it right now, as he walks his feet up the wall.  That is my fault. I said

‘You are driving me up the wall’

His reply, ‘No I am not.  I am walking up the wall.  Can’t drive, stupid.’

Fair call.   Literal little bastard.