If It Walks Like a Duck, Don’t Be Too Quick To Assume That it is In Fact a Duck.

So I was spouting off last week about missed Mother’s Day, unacknowledged birthdays and then he goes and does something like this.

I feel like a total ass. The Ass to End All Asses.

Yesterday was my birthday. I’m a whole 28 years of wisdom, beauty and smarts. *cough*BULLSHIT*cough* I was happy and excited because my step-mom and I were going for breakfast and a massage in the morning. So I got out a cute little spring-ish dress and a cute necklace as I got ready. Seeing as it was My Special Day I thought I would hype it up since I didn’t expect so much as a “happybirthday” mumbled in my general direction if it was even remembered.

As I got dressed Mike started giving me the gears about why I has to get gussied up to go for breakfast and a massage.

There had not been ANY acknowledgment of said birthday by this point and even though I knew that every. single. year. was the same damn thing I couldn’t help but still be put off.

But honestly, my step-mom always looks so put together I wasn’t about to head out the door for a morning with her in my yoga pants and un-made-up (yes, that’s a word. Ask Dr. Google.) So I put on a damn dress. Sue me.

Still not a happy birthday even though when Carter asked me why I was wearing a dress and I told him that it was my Special Day. So I did what any pissed off wife would do – twittered about his lack of caring.

I forgot about everything and went out with my step-mom. I wasn’t going to let him ruin yet another birthday for me. We set out for breakfast and hit up a huge L’Oreal Professional sale where we snagged as much product as we could possibly shove into a bag for a mere fifty bucks. I swear, we walked away with more than three HUNDRED dollars of stuff for 50 BUCKS!

Then after our massages we headed back to my house where, waiting for me, was a few of my favourite people in the whole entire world – assumed neglectful husband included.

That bugger had been working on a surprise party for me over the past few weeks, and the guy that can usually never get anything past me, got this one right under my nose.

(And I’ve never been so grateful that I actually decided I didn’t want to be frumpy. Because seriously? That would have been suckage.)

But that wasn’t the end of the surprises because he really out did himself this year. Wrapped and waiting was a brand new MacBook Pro. I was on the verge of tears I was so excited, which I think weirded out my family just a little. Only Karen really got just how excited I was about it.

Dude,  I have a mother fuckin’ MacBook Pro now!!

Ahem. Now I just have to learn how to use it.

Oh, and I apologized profusely to my sick husband who threw a party and crashed like nothing I’ve seen before. He was so burnt out, feverish and all around sick that he had to escape to lie down for a while even before guests had left. Poor bugger.

Even though he may pretend that birthdays just don’t matter I think deep down he’s really a sucker for making me happy; and really? I can’t complain about that.

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