We celebrated Eric's birthday this weekend with all sorts of festivities. First, we took him to Ikea to purchase a loft bed for Ben. He got to experience the mind-numbing sensory overload that one can only get at a crowded Ikea on a Saturday afternoon. We followed that up with four hours in the fires of hell assembling it with all of its 84 bazillion pieces.
Don't tell me I don't know how to show my man a good time on his special day.
As if that wasn't celebration enough, the next day we both injured ourselves. Just to PROVE we're a good time. Eric's toe had a bad run-in with a chair leg, and the back of Theo's head collided with my nose during our gentle morning "snuggle time." We contemplated taking our sorry selves to the hospital to check for broken bones, but we realized that we looked like a really bad domestic situation, and decided to spare ourselves the social services pamphlets they'd surely give us.
Being unable to move without the aid of a wheelchair, Eric was forced to sit on the couch all day and watch the Masters. Awww, poor E! So, because he is the love of my life, I did something really special for him. I bought him a can of Pringles. Cheese flavored. To eat. IN THE FAMILY ROOM. While he watched TV. I know, sometimes I just go too far with this birthday celebration thing.
(By the way, this move made instant golf fans out of the younger people we live with. Pringles...Couch...Hours of TV...Score!)
All in all, a weekend of fun and festivities like this can only make a person feel special and loved, right?
Okay, okay, we DID go out for dinner at our favorite Indian restaurant, and we DID have a little peanut butter cup pie celebration. But I'm sure they pale in comparison to the rest of it :).
Happy Birthday, E.
1 comment:
Golf, shmolf. Your failure to mention what was arguably the best part of Eric's birthday, and more than likely the highlight of your day, as well - OUR appearance at your soiree - can only be called a gross oversight. Did that chocolate peanut butter pie eat itself? We think not. What's a sistah gotta do to make a blog post??
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