My neighbor did an exceedingly excellent job of making me feel special on my birthday. (Darn her!) I was quite nervous as to how I could possibly return the favor. Then I realized the solution was simple.
With the help of her husband, I arranged a date and time to swoop in, tires squealing (not really, but would’ve been awesome), throw a bag over her head (nope, but I did consider it), toss her manfully into my vehicle (still no, but a girl can dream), and take her to a peaceful, scenic all-expenses-paid afternoon at a nearby winery.
It was maybe a half hour drive, and I was so excited I kept finding myself humming “On the Road Again” with gusto as my knee bounced up and down.
On my birthday, she had gotten her car professionally cleaned before picking me up. (Have I already said “Darn her”?) So Hubby and children not-so-professionally cleaned ours.
She also decorated her car for the occasion. Here’s the reminder photo:
Well, I did my best.
When I arrived at her house (three seconds after leaving mine), I handed her these, her favorite flowers…
and said, “Set these down, grab your purse and a sweater, and let’s go, Baby!”
Naturally, she was confused, but said, “Oh! Okay!”
I love people who are always ready for an adventure.
Another neighbor, by prearrangement, swooped out from her house across the street and hopped in at roughly the same time.
We drank wine, ate cheese and crackers, and talked for hours. It wasn’t entirely what I had had in mind, but it seemed like what she would enjoy.
Well in advance of this, I was putting out feelers. Sadly, she was dealing with her own bout with the ‘rona fairy at the time of this conversation:
I didn’t show up sporting a tattoo of her face on my arm, but I think I did all right. What do you think?
Anyone have any good birthday stories to share? If so, please do!