Thank you, thank you, thank you for all your kind birthday wishes to my husband. He had no idea that people all over the world would be so wonderful enough to wish him a happy birthday. I printed out all your comments and read them to him when he got home. It’s really hard to surprise someone like my husband because he’s been on this earth a long time, and has watched LOST since the beginning (and last night’s episode? what the hoth is going on? can someone just get rid of all the jerkface DHARMA people?), so he was truly stunned, flattered and thankful. Thank you for being part of that.
We had dinner at our regular joint, Denny’s. You know, where the locals and the townies hang!
Nathan was not really interested in celebrating his father’s birthday, or showing affection to the woman who BIRTHED HIM and after breastfeeding now has a chest as perky as two FRUIT ROLL-UPS UNFURLED. (I know my sister is going to recognize the purple 3/4 length sleeve shirt I’m wearing, since she gave it to me. Actually, 95% of my work outfits consist of 3/4 length sleeve shirts and 100% of them came from her. That’s the only kind of math I can do: percentages that I just make up.)
Nathan had a better time trying to increase his bloodline on my iPhone vampire game. His birthday is TOMORROW and oh dear lord, my baby is growing up so fast. Now if he can stop taking popsicles out of the freezer and asking me to open them, or worse, bringing the WHOLE BOX upstairs and forgetting to find me until I come across a melted mess.
But we’re taking baby steps, one stride rite footstep at a time.