Today is Rachel's birthday! I can't tell you how old she is, a lady never reveals her age, but we did go to high school together. Now the problem is Rachel would absolutely tell you her age and that may imply mine. In which case I would have to kill her. To explain the title of the post, Helen is my pet name for her.
Helen wanted a spontaneous birth day. So I waited until we were all ready to go and only then phoned her to see if she'd like to go for breakfast. She is not an early riser by nature so imagine how perturbed I was to find her awake and chipper at 9:30 am. So much for ruining her special day by waking her up and making her run around in a frenzy.
We went to Palihouse for breakfast (which I've written about before) and we started with liquids. Aren't the coffees gorgeous? Mine is obviously the one that is too full as I added cream to it. I like my coffee like my men, blond, sweet and barely warm to the touch. Someone (I can't mention her name on her special day) had a bloody Mary.