Friday, October 16, 2009

Worst Birthday Ever


Last Friday marked mi Amor's 38th birthday. Two weeks prior to his big day, I started wooing him, "We're going to eat the best sushi. Then I'm going to perform a dance for you--something contemporary--right in the middle of the restaurant parking lot. (I do this from time to time--dance.) Then we'll go home and watch your favorite movie. We'll open presents and eat cake. What kind of cake do you want?"

"I don't care about my birthday; just skip it," he said.

"We can't do that--just skip it. The kids would be heartbroken and you deserve to be celebrated."

He rolled his eyes and said, "Don't go crazy buying me gifts and whatnot. It's you who cares about being celebrated, not me."

His birthday came, and at four o'clock that afternoon I found myself scrambling to find a cake and a gift. I knew he wanted an ice cream cake from BR, but I was stumped as to what gift to buy: a personal trainer, new golf clubs. Maybe a new suit? But no, none of these ideas actualized. Instead, I found myself at the distribution center, buying him 6 new pairs of underware. Then, the only cake left at BR was this purple cake bedazzled with daisies; I bought it. I told the girl at the counter, "It's how the cake tastes that really matters."

When he unwrapped his present, he didn't bat and eye. "Perfect," he said. And when we brought out the cake he said, "Looks delicious." He didn't complain about his Barney purple cake and how it would stain our teeth gray for the next 24 hours.

I really think the interpretive dance I performed for him, in the TJ Max parking lot, erased the memory of his purple cake and new underware. My dancing was that good.

10 comments:

  1. Hilarious! Why are husbands so like that? When we say we don't care they get upset with us, but it is okay for them to not care.

    Good for you and your dancing. Perhaps you could teach me?

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  2. I love that your posts can make me laugh out loud!! That cake is hilarious. I have the opposite problem...birthdays are a big deal to Gavin and I always seem to under-deliver. I don't care about gifts and all the hoopla on my birthday. Hope he had a happy day. Can't wait for the video of your dancing. Unless it's in your 'private collection'. Kidding!

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  3. There was some scandalous hip shakin'. The man sitting in the nearby Nissan, smoking a cig, sure got an eye full.

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  4. I am always snickering when I read your posts! Life must be so fun over at your house, with all that dancing ;)

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  5. I love the Barney cake. And man oh man I think if I had any dance moves in my body Dave would think that was a great b-day present too!

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  6. nothing like a happy dose of red 45 and blue17 on your b-day! i am not that fond of celebrating b-days unless of course some one is taking me out to dinner! you're so good to do all that.

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  7. Ha ha, Jill. We need to come see. Are you getting so booked?

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  8. for photography you mean? i am not booked up but I am starting to get lots on inquiries. is that what you mean?

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  9. I wish I had some moves for my hubby! Although, honestly, he would just be embarrassed and tell me to stop.

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  10. Angela, can you invite me to view your blog? katysuz@gmail.com

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