Today is my birthday (whoo), and before I go to bed — apparently I’m officially old as I’m exhausted at 8pm — I figured I’d share some highlights of the day.
1) My mom called to ask where I wanted to go for dinner. Since I’m the one who cooks for everyone else’s birthday dinners, at least I’m not expected to cook for my own? She suggested Go Roma! While they have good food, and I do enjoy it there, essentially fast food Italian is not quite what I was looking for. I politely declined and suggested a more suitable establishment (that was great and I ate 1/3 of my dinner yet still came home stuffed).
2) My mom did make my birthday cake though. She tries really hard, but … while her heart is in the right place, her baking sometimes comes up a little short. She decided to make it dairy free by simply omitting the butter and milk (no replacements). Then she thought the white cake was a little too yellow so dyed it pink. She made chocolate frosting, but not quite enough — so only the top layer ended up frosted. And the edge of the (once) round cake was cut off prior to being frosted so Little Miss could have a dairy free bit. It really was an adorable cake.
Bless her heart, my mom tried. My husband complimented the ice cream I served with it saying that, This ice cream really complements the cake, and that was the nicest thing he could say. My husband, who eats anything. My dad didn’t even really want a piece, and he’ll really eat anything. My cooking and baking skills? Nope, they did not come from my mom. I think we’re actually going to toss the remainder of the cake, and my family is allowed to buy a cake for me next year — unless I can teach the wee ones to make a cake in the next 364 days.
3) Little Miss leaned over to me at lunchtime and blew me a hug and some kisses. There, Mom, I just gave you some of your presents. And truly? That’s all the presents I needed. Something really clicked last year, and I decided that I could care less what gifts I receive or whether I receive any. Kisses from Little Miss? Good enough for me!
4) I received a birthday card that listed the then and now type things. Again, I don’t care who shares my birthday or what happened in the world of sports that night, but there was an interesting price comparison.
Gallon of Milk: Then $1.50 Now $3.87 — where are they buying their milk? And from whom? I have a few things I’d like to sell these people. The last gallon of milk I bought was $1.79, and I bought it on sale for $1.49 the week before.
Gallon of Gas: Then $0.57 Now $1.86 — but apparently I need to move somewhere else. I haven’t paid $1.86 for gas in years. In fact, I paid $2.55 earlier today and was happy because that was the cheapest I’d paid in awhile.
Loaf of Bread: Then $0.28 Now $1.40 — it’s interesting to me that this is the biggest percentage jump, but I also have to say that my bread costs more than that (though not by much), and I buy mine at Costco which I know is cheaper than most grocery stores. But hey, I’ll pay that premium for the whole wheat bread.
Ok ok ok, and just because I suppose I can’t leave all the pop culture out, popular songs I’ve heard of included Mandy and Please Mr. Postman.
Wow. Now I really feel old. In fact, me and my inflamed bursa sac are going to head off to bed now. Especially because this was much funnier in my head, but I’m too tired to fix it now.