In the following blog I am going to show you the difference between how my husband and I celebrate someones birthday.
Me (celebrating my frieghbor (friend/neighbor))
Knowing that she was dreading her birthday and thinking she was going to have a bad day I made sure she started her birthday out special. I bought her a purple balloon (her favorite color), tied to a caramel Frappicno with delicious doughnuts (for her and her kids - no breakfast cooking for her!) and a card expressing how she is special and deserves to have a special day! I believe we also went to a movie and dinner that night!!
Chett (celebrating his loving wife and mother of his 2 boys' birthday)
Had to be told to tell me Happy Birthday as he left for work
Had to be told to take me to dinner when he got home from work because I sure as hell wasn't cooking.
Got me a card, signed "Chetter" No, "Love, Chetter" or "Happy Birthday, babe, Chetter" Nope. Just the name. The name his sister calls him. No offense Mandy if you're reading this. I think my Dad might call him that too. I have never called him Chetter in my life. Does he call himself I wonder that? Ew.
This is the first time in our whole relationship I think that he didn't write a little something. Gosh I feel special. Thanks for leaving me that warm felt card on my bed side table when I came to bed at 1am when it was no longer my birthday. Might as well have taken a napkin and signed your name, would have taken just about the same effort and saved some money.
Good Daya To You! I Said, Good Day!!!
Daya
1 comment:
Sounds like Chetter better get with the program. I think he got that nickname because Ty called Tab Tabber as a little kid - but he doesn't now. Time to move on.
Larry may have issues discussing bodily functions but he is great at remembering things, getting cards, surprising me, etc. I am lucky in that respect.
Sorry, you were disappointed. He may be a programmer, but he needs one himself to reboot, lol.
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