Actually, I’m hoping to make WordPress my permanent home. So far, everything works great and looks great and is dumbed down just enough for me to understand. Which, by the way, was on that list of potential suitor must-have qualities. Pookie aced that one!
Anyway, I really appreciate y’all coming over with me. I would understand if you got tired of following me around. I mean, it would crush me and I would likely go into a deep depression and eat myself into a coma, but that’s not your problem (sob). By the way, this is what we call a pre-emptive guilt trip.
So, it’s my birthday. I’m 38. Thirty eight. Thiiiiiirty-eiiiiiight. Sounds funny if you say it over and over. Still doesn’t feel funny though.
I think the best birthday gift I ever got was when Pookie drove 4 hours round trip to bring me flowers and take me to lunch, when he had to be back home to go to work at 4pm. This was back when we lived 2 hours apart and he certainly could have got by with having flowers sent. In fact, it was a mere two weeks before our wedding (our anniversary is on Vanlentine’s Day). I mean, he had me. The dress was bought, I was packing up my house and my life. He didn’t have to impress me anymore. But he did. And he still does.
In fact, he is taking me to see the Lippazaner Stallions this weekend. I have always, always wanted to see them. When I say always, I mean I don’t remember a time when I didn’t know about them and want to see them.
To say that he has impressed me yet again would be an understatement.
What was your best ever birthday gift?