I'm glad my birthday is over. For real.
It wasn't a horrible day - meaning I didn't get in a wreck or find out I have a life-threatening disease or lose my home or get a divorce or accidentally wax off an entire eyebrow.
But it was a trying day. Meaning I had to dig something from the dog's butt, clean up yarf from said dog who decided to eat her entire bowl of food and drink her entire bowl of water (twice - ugh!), cope with my husband forgetting it was even my birthday, and all sorts of other mundane yet irritating crap.
Curtis finally did remember ... after our friend Luke read my blog and gave him a "courtesy call" (thanks, Luke!). So we went out to dinner. But not like a romantic one-on-one dinner ... it was a dinner at a barbecue place with the kids. Where Cameron (our two-year-old) was, for some reason, so horrible that I didn't even want to stay for dessert. And that's like Paris Hilton not wanting to stay for a photo-op, y'all. That ought to tell you just how naughty he was being. He wouldn't stay seated, we kept having to constantly shush him, and he was grabbing all over my pale pink shirt the whole time with his little barbecue-y fingers.
Then I went to Wal-Mart. I thought I was giving myself a break by taking only the baby. But I was wrong, as the baby cried for a solid ten minutes until I took him out of the cart and carried him. While pushing the cart. And getting groceries.
And when I got home, I made myself a birthday dessert. Which I burned.
This coming weekend I will have the chance to really celebrate, with my best friends and extended family, when we pack up and head to our home state for a few days. My sister in law Arunporn is whipping me up a big Thai feast, my brother Steve is making my birthday cake (so if I never come back, you'll know what happened), and my best girls will have drinks at the ready. So. I like to look at yesterday as a faux-birthday. A test run, if you will.
To close this post I'd like to share something with you that I found hi-LARIOUS. This is an actual excerpt that I took from my Facebook feed, posted by an actual friend of mine (his identifying details have been anonymized, natch). It was so priceless that I had to take a screenshot:
Love it. You know who you are. :)