I had such plans.
Dinner out.
Maybe a new bike.
Time with the family.
Instead I got sick. :(
And now Craig is sick. :(
Not quite what I was thinking it would be.
I have been bugging Craig for about a month. Reminding him it was my birthday. Nagging him about what he was going to do.
Is this poetic justice?
He wanted to know if we were still going out last night. I said no, in between deep, hacking coughs.
He asked me what I wanted for my breakfast today. He made me lovely eggs.
He asked me what about dinner today. I said we have that posole (Mexican soup) in the fridge. Let's just eat that up.
He kept saying he was sorry I was sick on my birthday. And now he is sick too. That wasn't very nice of me.
I did get to talk to most of my family. I got serenaded by lovely people. It all turned out all right.
We'll just go out to dinner another time. Maybe, if we get around to it -- that is.
1 comment:
I remembered your birthday over and over again . . . just never when I could have picked up a phone! 5 am, while I was combing the girls' hair for church, sitting in the mother's lounge at church, late last night.
I'm sorry you were sick. I have to be gone all day today and tomorrow, but I'll call you soon.
May your year be happier than your birthday was!!!!!!
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