1.19.09 - early birthday
I love birthdays. As much as we try to make light of them, or ignore them as the numbers creep upward, they're special. Having a day where your friends and family tell you that they're happy you were born? Rather than a day where they tell you that they're happy that you stopped using that annoying fake British accent, or that you dumped that loser with the scooter or that you paid them back all the money you owed them? It's actually pretty cool... My favorite birthday memory was in third grade...my dad & mom found a student who moonlighted as a magician, and he visited my classroom (a few weeks before my actual birthday...the curse of summer babies!) and pulled a bouquet of feather flowers out of my ear!
Coolest. Thing. Ever.
We had friends over last night to watch the Steeler game and to hang with the birthday boy...poor hubby has to work on his birthday, which also just happens to be Inauguration Day. The game was terribly exciting - I think everyone's still worried for the injured Raven Willis McGahee, but watching Troy Polamalu dance around the field like some crazed dancer was so cool!
I made a big pot of chili, and Shaps & Daisygirl brought over hors d'oeuvres, fritos (for the chili, naturlich!) and a birthday cake for hubby. We ate and drank too much, yelled at the tv (and totally freaked out the dog), and by 9:30 were all drowsing in our chairs from the warmth and the food.
Lame, and lovely.
But the icing on the cake? Wrapped in shiny red paper this morning, a day early, hubby got a Wii. And the wifey even hooked it up for him.
...aaaaand let him win at golf.
Happy birthday, honey. A day early.
- Chicken spinach pesto pizza. Almost virtuous.
- Hubby narrating his wrestling matches with Boo. "I am a cuff-hating motherf*cker."
- House Hunters International. Daydreams-R-Us.
- Another day of vacation - thanks, bosses!