Birthday Bashing

On my birthday, one of the girls asked for a bedtime story. So naturally I said, “Thirty-nine years ago today, the most wonderful mom in the world was born.”

My husband added: “And so was Betsy.”

(Reminiscent of the famous choosing a cat story, don’t ya think?)

Hubs texted me that day: “Do you have a cake?”

Me: “No.” I mean, if I had one, I’d have had to bake it myself. So, clearly no. Which was fine with me. Just show me to the nearest ice cream. But he said, “No wife of mine isn’t going to have a baked good on her birthday.”

He turned up after work with six mini fruit pies from Walmart. Fifty cents each.

Who says the romance is dead?

You’ll note there are only five pies pictured. The sixth, an additional apple pie, was left out. That’s my husband’s favorite. He bought two of those. I’ll leave you to draw your own conclusions.

I leaned to the side so as not to mar the view of my single candle (to reflect the age I act) and my little “Happy Birthday” sign.

And I missed the candle. Yep. One candle to blow out, and I missed it. I have bad aim and/or I’m truly getting up their in age. At least my dentures didn’t fly out.

My sister sent me this. Any of you remember these? Burger King had them when we were kids.

That’s right, Cookin’ with Alf.

I love my sister. She wins the prize for the most random gift.

What’s the weirdest birthday present you’ve ever received?

And now a pro-tip for my fellow Californians. Have you heard of ohmconnect.com? You get paid to save electricity. This is energy-crisis-California, after all. I signed up because they give you a $10 Target card just for doing so, but it’s a fun challenge to find things to turn off or unplug, like the microwave, when they ask you to for one hour a week. If you succeed, you get a little cash. If nothing else, there’s the gift card at stake, people. (An Amazon gift card is also an option.) I invite you to check it out and then buy something truly random for someone’s birthday.