Thank you all for the birthday wishes. I had a fabulous birthday yesterday. I didn’t go to the gym which was a gift completely in itself.
Chris bought me a treadmill for my birthday (I begged for it) but before you think we’re uber rich (because I know you think we are with our fabulous hotel, I mean, MOTEL 6 stays), it was from Walmart.
It wasn’t Chris’ first choice but the miser in me demanded it.
Chris took me to Donavan’s in Downtown San Diego for dinner. Despite the creepiness of the servers in full blown tuxes, it’s the new hot spot. They serve the best Filet Mignon... ever. We had a really, really great time. Thanks hon.
I snuggled in bed last night and thought, ‘What a great day.’
Chris shook me awake saying, ‘Babe, it’s time to wake up. I let you sleep in this morning.’
I rolled over and looked at my clock. 4:47 AM.
Then I may have yelled something to the effect of:
‘What kind of JACKED UP planet do you come from where 4:50 AM is sleeping in?!?!?!?!’
OK, that’s exactly what I said. I’m not exactly ‘people friendly’ in the morning.
Then, we finally get to the gym and I hop on the treadmill. I went through the steps to turn the darn thing on and the word ‘AGE’ pops up on the screen. I just about cried as I typed my new number…
2 – 8
You know what?
I hate birthdays.