Today is my birthday. I spent most of today thinking that everyone around me had lost their freaking minds. Oh, where do I start?
Tom is pissing me off all day. We have a LOT of work to do. I have been sick for 2 weeks, everything is backed up, he’s been slacking off and he decides randomly to clean the whole freaking house. Um, what? And randomly he’s making pigs in a blanket for some school picnic that I didn’t know anything about. Okay, that’s not that weird, I have no clue half of the time what’s going on with Jamie’s school, it’s ALWAYS SOMETHING. The house cleaning thing just ticked me off because that’s Tom, he doesn’t plan very well – we are working on that *laugh*
My friend and colleague, Lana, asked me about a month ago if she could take me out for my birthday for a pedicure and a glass of wine afterwards. I offered to take her to dinner after that because her birthday is right after mine. She said no that she had to go to a play with her husband. Okay, no problem.
Last year, I invited my mom friends out to meet me for dinner at Pappasito’s, more of a Mom’s Night Out than birthday thing, but I thought, hey, that’s something nice to do and I could use to get out, I’ve been sick for so long. No one could go. No one. Not even those that ALWAYS go. I was a little miffed but figured it was so last minute…
In the middle of this, I remember Lana and decide to check on her play time and see it starts pretty early so I figure great, that gives me time to meet my friends for dinner (who apparently aren’t coming). Dude, she’s wanting to fit a lot into a little bit of time so I tell her I’ll meet her there and figure I can escape to a book store for a couple of hours alone for some peace and quiet. She gets all weird and says no, she’ll pick me up. Whatever, right? I’m like 30 minutes out of her way, it’s not logical, but hey…
My “friend” Dy shows up for a playdate here, not a huge deal, she does it a lot, we work while the kids play and it works out pretty well. She couldn’t go out to dinner with me because, well, I dunno why. To top it off, instead of working in my office she opts to sit in the living room so she can listen to her earphones (which she never puts on) and basically doesn’t talk to me. Okay. Whatever.
So, I leave. Did I mention I’m not feeling 100% yet? I’m still on the back end of this flu thing, not contagious, but coughing and just feeling generally icky. I REALLY do NOT want to do this whole pedicure thing, but I figure I’ll have fun (and I did, I started to feel better just getting out). So, we do the pedicure thing and we have like 30 minutes left. It’s Friday night. She INSISTS on going to Chili’s to get a drink and an appetizer or something. At this point I just want to go home, climb into bed and sleep for a few days, but I’m trying to be nice and outgoing and not let on how bad I’m feeling again. Poor Lana, her heart’s in the right place, but I’m just not really into it, I’m doped up so I can even be there and not cough my head off. So, off we go – where she rushes through – I seriously have never seen anyone down a frozen margarita so fast in my life.
Most of you know where this is going I’m sure, but remember, I’m an accounting person, 1+1 can equal 3 for me, people. I’m not very logical sometimes so I’m lost as to what the hell is going on with my friends and Tom.
So, we pull up to the house. Dy’s car is in my driveway. I was really pissed off at her. *laugh* Dude. WHAT? But, whatever. I crack the door open and turn around to say something to Lana and notice she and her daughter are grinning like insane people. Then I notice I hear people behind me….
Yeah, so all my friends were AT MY HOUSE. I think I said “bitches” at that point. I’m so daft. Apparently everyone thought I was either not speaking to them (close) or I knew (I had NO FREAKING CLUE). Tom knows I really don’t go for the whole surprise party thing so I never thought he’d even try it.
Yummy food, a relaxing time (thank goodness!), and great fun was had by all. And I got a bunch of new books to read 
Oh, and pretty feet again!
Oh, and Carlie… there was BACON wrapped jalapenos!
Afterwards, I was taunting Julie and got her cute little bark:
Who could forget the cake. First a word about the cake. I’m not bitter or anything, but we usually make the cake, but the past few years we’ve slacked off because life is just crazy. Tom and I had plans to make this elaborate 3D dinosaur cake. Jamie fell in love with the one at TARGET. Why? They had plastic roaring dinosaurs on them… not that I’m bitter…
And Jamie’s favorite part… the presents (actually, he told me the best part was being with all his friends… awww…)
Afterwards, Tom’s parents took us out to dinner at Dave & Busters. Jamie wanted his picture taken with his Halo guys and I took the picture of the two littler ones playing the trucker slot game 
