The Birthday

The Husband God Gave Me came home from work with two lovely birthday presents for me. The loveliest part was that he REMEMBERED stuff that I had said I wanted. Not like, 'get this for me for my birthday', but things I had mentioned I would like.

So, you ask, what did he get me? Four 'fruit plates' for my 40's themed kitchen. I had seen these about a month ago, and he went out and found them for me! The other gift was a 'pasta machine' for flattening out clay. Yes, he actual went where few men have gone before - into Michael's craft store - although he didn't really believe that they sold pasta machines there, and the sales lady knew exactly what he was talking about and directed him to the machine. What a guy. As soon as I can trust the condition of my arm/shoulder/back I will be hanging up the plates and cranking away at my pasta machine.

For dinner, we went to Olive Garden. Apparently, I looked like I was in as much pain as I was. My muscle relaxants are relaxing every muscle I have, except for the sore ones. Those scream out like aging rock stars.

Anyway, we ended the evening by quickly running into my favorite thrift store. It was cheap book day. For 25 cents I snagged a hard copy of Sheldon VanAuken's, "A Severe Mercy".

Another happy moment of my day. I must set this story up by telling you that I spend a considerable amount of time each day chasing after my pets who have a penchant for vomiting. Yesterday, just after I had returned home from the doctor and taken my meds, I settled down searching for a comfortable position with my frozen bag of vegetables. Then, I heard it. THAT sound. Sadly, I could not move quickly enough, and heard the finale before I could grab a section of newspaper. When I finally came upon the scene, there sat my faithful cat next to the sports section he had just vomited on. I consider that my birthday present from him.