This morning I woke up with a lil’ my grain. Röbert pulled out all the stops last night. He had arranged for Grandmama to have the lil’ ones overnight and we had dinner in the city at that new restaurant where it is impossible to get reservations. Afterward he suggested we go out for a drink and he took me to a hot disco where Cari and Krystyn were both waiting to surprise me. We all just danced the night away! I think Cari may have helped him out a bit with ideas about where to go, but it was magical!
He also didn’t completely fail with the gift. He bought me some beautiful shoes in the right size. They are moccasins, so more for slumming around home than anything, but he found the right store. Again, I think I have Cari to thank. I love how close she and Röbert have gotten!
A huge improvement over the kayak lessons, right?
The kids had homemade gifts for me. Honestly, when will they learn? Hummus has been too busy with his tennis career to make anything, so I think my payoff with him will be well worth it, but ten or twelve years off. Starling’s gift was actually really sweet. It was a book of coupons with things like “Good For…One Hug,” in it. I can’t wait to redeem them!
She is just so thoughtful to think of all of these treats for me!
Merlin made me a cake but it wasn’t even the kind I like. Oh well, I had a lovely piece of cake at the restaurant last night.
It is all crooked and wonky! LOL! We couldn’t stop laughing when we saw it!
Röbert is lucky he did so well for my birthday because he pulled a lil’ prank on me today that would normally have me furious. He has been telling me that he is “working on” the vacay, so I shouldn’t reserve the gorgeous beach front villa just yet, even though it will probably be rented right out from under us at any minute. Then, when I finally dragged myself out of bed at midday, he said he had arranged with one of his friends to borrow his hunting cabin for a week. He had better be joking. He even went so far as to show me a photo.
Obviously this has to be a joke. Right?
I didn’t give him the satisfaction of laughing or crying. I just said, “Right,” and walked away. I kept thinking about it all through Pilates for Pros and Extreme Yoga. It’s a joke. I am sure it is a joke.
It’s obviously just a not very funny joke. I am not laughing, but it must be a joke.
I think a lil’ drop of vodka will help the my grain.