Burfday Day

Yesterday was my birthday. Happy birthday to meeeee!

And in honor of my birthday, my body decided to rebel and shut down, wracked with cruddy cold symptoms. I was tired, dizzy, sniffly, my lungs hurts, my sinuses were on the verge on explosion. Neat.

But, it was my birthday! MY day. My princess all-about-me day! I don't get many days that aren't all about Wesley, so I had reeeeeally been looking forward to this one. Ben made me breakfast in bed and brought me my favorite newspaper, and then left me to eat berries and read about Poland's economy and the Dutch girl who wants to sail around the world. My appetite was failing me and I was sleepy, but I managed to relish the quiet breakfast in bed alone time. It was kind of lovely. But also kind of sad and sickly. Bummer.

To add to it, Ben and I have an annual August tradition that we call Burfday Day. Since we both have August birthdays, and since we have more than enough gift giving occasions throughout the year, for our birthdays we don't get each others presents. Instead, we pick one day of the month and declare it Burfday Day. We take a chunk of cash that we have set aside for frivolous spending and then we go shopping together and out for a yummy dinner. It's mucho fun. And this year we decided to do Burfday Day on my actual birthday. Otherwise known as The Day I Felt Like I Was Going To Just Curl Up And Die.

Somehow, though, it was still a great day. Ben is a miracle worker and I am a trooper and together we made a great Burfday Day.

Since we've been in Europe, we made Burfday Day a day of online shopping instead of going to the mall. Because, well, we don't have malls. And there are plenty of stores and stuff, but it's just not the same. So we head to Starbucks with our laptops, get a couple of pieces of chocolate cake, stretch out our fingers, and put our credit card through a major workout.


Once we're exhausted from from eating cake and spending money, we move the birthday celebration to one of our favorite restaurants for dinner. This year, due to Wesley scheduling conflicts, we ended up getting some take-out sushi for a living room picnic at home.

This was probably for the best. As it was, we put in a movie, I ate my sushi, just said no to champagne (so sad!), and then curled up and fell asleep on Ben's lap. At the end of the movie, Ben nudged me and said, "He ended up with the blonde girl." I nodded, "I could see that coming." And then I stumbled upstairs, took a dose of children's cold medicine (I can't handle the real stuff. Really, I could barely handle the kids' stuff. I was buzzed until lunchtime today), and passed out in bed. And Ben cleaned up dinner, cleaned up the living room, and came and told me he was sleeping in the guest room so I could have the bed all to myself and get a good night's sleep. Ahhhhh, my hero!


Happy Burfday to us!