Not The Favorite
Sunday, April 06, 2008
Where's The Cheese To Go With My Whine??
No one called me all day to wish me a happy birthday (except Shelley at my parent's house, THANKS! and thanks to all the Facebook Birthday wishes!) I didn't get to pick my meal for supper or what kind of cake I wanted. Jon had to go back to bed at 1:30 because his head hurt so Lauren and I went to family supper by ourselves. Sarah and JJ had to leave to go to a birthday party so they didn't stay for supper. Honestly, I really wish I had crashed that 5 year olds birthday party for a little excitement today.
I had mentioned to Jon a couple of days ago that I would like to get a gift from Lauren this year. Nothing big, anything made from crayons or macaroni would be perfectly acceptable. Nada. And I get a cash present from him because he's a procrastinator. Hey, at least I got something this year from him.
The cat has been sick for a couple of weeks so her gift was explosive diarrhea for me to clean up in the bathroom. Bless her little heart...
When we get home from supper, Jon's still in bed and Lauren has a 102 fever. So I give her some Tylenol and put her to bed and now I'm sitting here all alone. To keep from losing it, I've turned to cleaning. So, the apartment looks great, laundry is done and I feel like shit.
Happy Fucking Birthday to me.