...publish whatsoever thing thou spewest forth upon thy blog.
-Blogging Commandment #6
I hit publish yesterday in the heat of the moment. It was suppose to be kind of funny. But I don't think everyone got that the poor lemon ready to bash his head into the juicer was there to describe how I was feeling.
In the end, I needn't have worried. My husband's flight was delayed giving me adequate time to get 85% of the house sparkly clean.
Although, now that breakfast is over, you would never have guessed.
Did anyone see my brother's comment on yesterday's post?
It was SO funny that I just HAD to share!!
Ok..I am slighty disturbed at what I am reading. Let me see if I get this straight. First, if a man/husband were to forget his g/f or wife's birthday, Mother's Day, anniversary, ect., all hell would break loose and the dude would be in the dog house for over a month AND you'd never, ever, EVER let him forget it. However, from what I am reading it is totally ok for women to forget their b/f or husband and just "dress down" or wrap one of the kids toys and give it to him as a present?? Did I miss something...???
I could swear I have had every "talk" or "discussion" about women from sisters, moms, co-workers, ex-g/fs ect. in the book! Apparently I missed something in all of that..??
Serene as my sister how is it that you could have let that lesson slip by?!?! Someone want to enlighten me?? =)
Well. Mr, Stir the Pot, here you go.
First and foremost, I DID NOT FORGET. Oh contrare my single, testosterone driven one. I have been racking my brain for weeks on end as to what to get him.
Unfortunately and big screen television, a four-wheeler, a new truck, or a finished basement don't fall into the budget.
And I ALWAYS buy him clothes, so I wanted to do something different, but what?
That is my dilemma.
See, when Luke and I first got married, I always made a big deal out of his birthdays because I thought he would like it! And it would show him how much I was willing to go through for him. That's love, right?
Then one time, he approached and said, "You know, I don't really care for big parties and such. It's just not my thing."
And of course, with all the estrogen and chocolate coursing through my veins I thought, "Oh ye modest and playing coy one, I will not be fooled by such nonsense!"
And after a few years of "going all out", then getting all hurt and mad at him for acting like he didn't care, the thought finally occurred to me that he ready did mean what he said!
*gasp* What an epiphany!
And so, I no longer make a big to do out of his birthday. But I still do like to give him a nicely wrapped, in Christmas paper of course, birthday present.
And so, while I'll still have to stew on the gift, we'll go out to eat tonight and I'll make him my world famous, ever coveted, deliciously extraordinaire Ice Cream Cake.
If you beg, I just might share my secret recipe.
And THAT, dear brother, is my answer for you.
Ladies, you wanna have a go at it?