Birthday Week: Day 1
It happens the same way, and pretty frequently too. The doorbell at work rings. One of my co-workers who sit near it answer it. They groan and say, "Beej? Really? Again?"
Todd likes to send me things at work. He sent me flowers last year on the first day of spring. He sent me flowers this year on the first day of February. I've gotten them for Groundhog's Day. I've gotten them just because.
Yesterday an Edible Arrangement arrived--chocolate covered pears and apples. The card read "Happy Birthday Week!"
The women rushed in to share, because I ALWAYS share in my bounty. And then they rolled their eyes, because it's my birthday week. I get presents when it's not even my birthday. (Hell, he's gotten me presents on HIS birthday. Figure that one out.)
Is it wrong that I was pushing for a birthday month? Not necessarily for gifts, more for chores. For example, "I shouldn't have to chase the dog to the neighbor's again. It's my birthday month." Eventhough I often call Todd "Excellent Husband," he's not buyin' into the whole birthday month thing.
Labels: about me, about todd, birthdays, marriage, the ordinary
posted by BJ Knapp at
7:15 AM
4 Comments:
Well HAPPY BIRTHDAY WEEK to you!!
At least Todd didn't email your whole damned blogroll. ;)
He only didn't email my blog roll b/c he knows I suck at saving email addresses in my email. I still memorize them. Or I write them, in pencil, in my address book. I am old school.
If the Birthday Month thing catches on, I'll always remember where I heard it first. Have a kick arse week!
Ginny, I am on to something big! I can feel it!
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