It must be, because I’m in trouble.
Oh, please. It happens so rarely, it can really only mean one thing.
It’s almost my birthday again.
I know this because I’ve been shopping for my own gifts again.
Really, my primary concern is making sure I get what I want making life easier for Spin. At his request, I’d sent him a simple, if not expensive, list because I’m reasonable that way. And everyone knows if there’s something you REALLY want, that’s all you ask for.
I knew he was off his game when there wasn’t an order for it in my account history at Amazon. So, I offered to help. You know, help him help me.
What?
He took me up on it!!
Who do you think less of now?!
Everyone knows – even me – that a camera is no good without a data storage card (wireless, squeaaaaaaal!), so I swung into Best Buy to pick that up today. Because again, if he got to it, he would never get the right thing anyway. It’s just so much easier this way.
Oh, I’m not in trouble with Spin. No, he calls me his help-hot-mate. And I know it’s no reflection of how much he loves me, so I don’t feel bad about it either.
But guess who does.
STINK.
I handed him the card today and said, “You can give this to daddy for my birthday.”
To which he responded: “Geez, mom. I hate when you do that. What’s the point of even wrapping it? Happy Birthday.“ and he handed it back to me.
I swear…. I don’t know where thay boy learned to use sarcasm.
What he doesn’t understand is that I am so excited about the potential of the camera fixing all my fatal photog skillz this camera, that I’m willing to turn 38 just to get it.
That’s saying something, right??
Men. Hmph.
Other than that, all I really want for my birthday is a Starbuck’s peppermint mocha, a glass of wine and a piece of chocolate cake. It doesn’t even have to be a whole cake.
Wait. With the exception of the cake, that doesn’t sound like any other Saturday. So, I guess I’d also be happy with a new tattoo, a good wine opener, an Aveda facial and to win Marcy’s Kodak Esp 7 all-in-one printer giveaway that ends on my birthday. I just know it would be fantastic with my one and only other birthday gift new camera. (Maybe as a special birthday gift to me, you could not enter and decrease my chances. Thanks.)
But I would never ask for any of those things.
I don’t need any more trouble.
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got a wine opener in mind?
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Hmmm… Do you give lessons? You are much more successful at this than I. I make The List. But he doesn’t always use it, or use it to its full potential. And this year he completely strayed from it. And when I suggested we go see Jars of Clay and sit in the premium seating he said, “Would that be a good birthday present?” So I said yes. For part of it. But then it turned out that the premium seating was SOLD OUT. So I just stared at shoulder blades like every other short girl there. And I don’t seem to have gotten anything else. Unless he’s saving it for the monthaversary of my birthday.
Is this one of those love language things? Because gifts is not one my husband even speaks. Or relates to. Or can translate. I mean, I’m not sure I’d trade it for some other valuable trait of his, but still. Couldn’t he also learn gifts? Or does it clash with his fiscal responsibility (which I really appreciate aside from the lack of gifts — I mean, we have zero debt other than our mortgage). He does help around the house quite a bit. I suppose a girl doesn’t get everything.
Hi, my name is Sarah, and it’s all about me today. So you’re having a birthday?
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Wine openers are such a personal thing. I mean, professional? Mark Spits? The shimmy?
Oh. That’s right. You’re too young to know who Mark Spits is.
Heh.
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