It's pretty great, if you ask me, that my father sent me a text yesterday wishing me a happy birthday just so he could beat my mom to the punchline---sadly, he missed it by minutes. But hey, there's always next year. Keep trying, dad!
And then....more birthday texts on my actual birthday!!
The Day
I woke up way too early this morning, stumbled around the bedroom gathering my birthday outfit (including my new sweater I got for $7!), received a sleepy "happy birthday, babe" from the hubs, and then rushed off to work.
Now...everyone knew it was my birthday at work because:
1. It's decorated on my calendar.
2. I, of course, told everyone.
3. It gave them an excuse to have a lunch outing paid by the company.
Our sweet janitor even made me a cupcake and brought in some chocolates. {am I spoiled or what?...just wait, it gets better}
As I'm sitting at my desk with my feet propped up on my footstool, in my window there is a bright eyed, handsome fella with a starbucks cup, gift bag and flowers (!!). If you guessed that it was the hubs, you win a pat on the back. In he waltzes with a chai tea latte, bright colored roses and a vase. Wow, what a guy!
This evening shall consist of a birthday beverage with the neighbor lady, a smokin' hot dinner date with Cam, and then out for drinks with our duplexmates....how much fun this is going to be! Stay tuned for more pictures of our evening festivities!
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