Three buckets
My husband and I finally went to see Star Trek yesterday afternoon. I'd go see it again in a heartbeat, but I think I'll pass on the number of buckets of popcorn I shoved down my piehole. We shared THREE HUGE buckets, no butter, and I ate most of it. WTF? I skipped dinner and ate the last piece of pie, instead. Yeah, I know. INSANE! I have no clue why I don't weigh as much as the over-grown toddler that lives in this house. My metabolism MUST be off the scales into completely abnormal, and I'm fine with that, but DAMN.
One week from today is my beloved's birthday. It gets tougher and tougher to create ways new and different to surprise him and celebrate the occasion. Besides Christmas, his birthday is the most important event of the year to him and he likes to stretch it out over a few days as well. His official and governmental recognised birth date is May 25th, so says his driver's license, passport, birth certificate, marriage license, and social security identification, but it isn't really. The only substantiated proof he has that he was born on the 24th, is his hospital certificate; the one with the footprints stamped at the bottom, not his birth certificate and his baptismal record. His mother was there that late night just before midnight and knows for sure, but apparently the doctor was confused. It is all very strange and convoluted, but suits Bob very well. He revels in weirdness. I respect that.
However, I'm not so good with imagination and I especially suck with a zero budget to work with for said celebration. He used the word 'epic', as in proportions, to describe his wishes for this year. This is NOT a milestone birthday mind you, only his 43rd, so why 'epic' must play a role in this, I'm at a loss. What I AM good at is doses of reality. I really, REALLY hate to disappoint my man, but please. I don't have any miracles stored away in a treasure chest, nor is there a heaping cache of legal tender known as money hidden away, either. Ugh. I guess he'll be stuck with me wearing my birthday suit. After the three buckets of popcorn, I'm not sure that's such a good idea, but it is what it is.
One week from today is my beloved's birthday. It gets tougher and tougher to create ways new and different to surprise him and celebrate the occasion. Besides Christmas, his birthday is the most important event of the year to him and he likes to stretch it out over a few days as well. His official and governmental recognised birth date is May 25th, so says his driver's license, passport, birth certificate, marriage license, and social security identification, but it isn't really. The only substantiated proof he has that he was born on the 24th, is his hospital certificate; the one with the footprints stamped at the bottom, not his birth certificate and his baptismal record. His mother was there that late night just before midnight and knows for sure, but apparently the doctor was confused. It is all very strange and convoluted, but suits Bob very well. He revels in weirdness. I respect that.
However, I'm not so good with imagination and I especially suck with a zero budget to work with for said celebration. He used the word 'epic', as in proportions, to describe his wishes for this year. This is NOT a milestone birthday mind you, only his 43rd, so why 'epic' must play a role in this, I'm at a loss. What I AM good at is doses of reality. I really, REALLY hate to disappoint my man, but please. I don't have any miracles stored away in a treasure chest, nor is there a heaping cache of legal tender known as money hidden away, either. Ugh. I guess he'll be stuck with me wearing my birthday suit. After the three buckets of popcorn, I'm not sure that's such a good idea, but it is what it is.