Yes, yesterday WAS my birthday (oh my Facebook informed Best Beloveds!) thank you kindly for your felicitations.
Our plans: Dinner out with wine and convivial conversation, and then a trip to the good movie theatre to see True Grit. But you know what happens to the best laid plans of mice and men….Yes. They get eaten, by Boggart and Flu, respectively.
Our Actuality: My disease addled family has been rolling two kinds of flu around between us for more than 2 weeks now. Sam got REALLY sick. Again. He was SO fevered and miserable I didn’t want to leave him alone, even though he is a giant man of 14. So, naturally, we decided the second best kind of wildly exciting birthday shenanigans available would be to eat Stouffer’s Chicken Pot Pie and clean out the garage.
DO WE KNOW HOW TO LIVE, OR WHAT?
I took this picture on Saturday ,but this is pretty much what the garage has looked like for…Oh, let’s see, we moved in when Beautiful Maisy was Barely Two, and she turns NINE next month:
Yes, seven years of a festering crap pile in a two car garage with no room for a mini-sub-compact because of all the “vital” piles of lumber and boxes and outgrown sporting equipment and mouse droppings and baby furniture and HAY BALES (Yes, really! Why? No clue!) *shudder* And this is THE YEAR OF NOT FAIL, so, what better to do on my birthday than WIN AT GARAGE.
Oh, also my agent sent me a GORGEOUS spray of orchids along with a host of lilies and bamboo (those are Sam’s presents piled around them), and my friends sent emails and called and SOME of them even SANG to me (You shouldn’t have! No…REALLY! YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE! hehehehehe) and our parents sent us spending-moo and I got a couple of bottles of red from Scott and the kids. I am a red wine junky you know, and I have gone off Shiraz to experiment with BLENDS. I’m CHEAP, though!
Right now my glass of wine/square of chocolate at bedtime favorite is Red Velvet from Cupcake Vineyards. It’s a blend of 47% Zinfandel, 29% Merlot, 19% Cabernet Sauvignon, and 5% Petite Sirah that is fantastic with bitter chocolate—and it’s $8.99 a bottle at the Kroger. Wheee!
But if company is coming or it’s a special day, I will go nuts and spend 12 – 18 bucks a bottle. Here is a delicious-enough-for-company-but-not-too-spendy wine I fell for over the birthday weekend: FLYING NYMPH, I had two glasses with Sam’s dinner out (His birthday was celebrated on Friday, between flus…poor kid), and now I want to go buy a case.
Last night, I opened one of the Birthday Present bottles, Petite Petit and was charmed. It’s a little spendier, but so dense and rich it’s worth it. Yes, Virginia, I DID drink with this Stouffer’s Chicken Pot Pie, and yes, Virginia’s obnoxious little brother, that DOES make me juuuust a little bit trashy.
This is what Scott wrote on the envelope of the card he gave me:
SO I was expecting something pretty AMAZING, and yet, when I opened it, I found moopy pink flowers and trembly blue birdies warbling about soul mates. Which…um. I smiled and tried to nod in an encouraging way while wondering if Scott had developed a slight brain tumor. Here is what I saw:
Then I opened it, and discovered Scott had made his OWN inside page and glued it over the bad poem! HA! Now THIS is my fella! THIS is the guy I married:
Also? Thanks in BIG part to him, our garage looks like THIS, with Scott’s workshop and tools on one side, and actual space for my CAR on the other! So HAPPY FREAKING BIRTHDAY TO ME:
My only question is…Someone told me they changed all the zodiac crap due to math errors or somesuch…..AM I STILL A PISCES?