My Birthday Kinda Sucked (I'm Sorry, Mama, That I Said Sucked)

My birthday is January 2nd.  And, after 43 years...I have determined that this is quite possibly the WORST day possible to have a birthday.

I present my case...

 If you have the fortune/misfortune of being born on December 24th or 25th, everyone feels slightly bad for you so they try to make it up to you & make it all the more amazing.

However, if you are born on January 2nd...exactly ONE week after Christmas & your friends & family are on day two of their New Year's resolutions they pretty much

1.) Don't want to grab a drink because they still might be nursing a hangover from New Year's OR have sworn off alcohol ever again.

2.) Don't want to eat a calorie-laden, carb-filled dinner because they are on day number 2 of their diet.

3.) Don't have any $ for a great present because they spent it all at Christmas OR they used up all their great ideas at Christmas.

 4.) Are SICK of the whole holiday/celebrating thing & are ready to get back to real life.

See, I win!  Worst birthday day E.V.E.R.

In case you still have doubts, I present exhibit A.

Breathtaking, right? 

 Yep, they are.

Expensive, right?

 Yep, they are.

The Gunny's idea of a birthday present?

Yep, they are.

Lest you think I'm ungrateful for this most beautiful flower arrangement.  I'm not.

But, I happen to be married to the WORLD'S MOST THOUGHTFUL GIFT GIVER EVER...

See Exhibit B 

 My anniversary gift...it started in November...I get a bracelet a month for a year.  They are all displayed in a box with a glass top with the month labeled on it.  My OCD swoons.

And, then there was Exhibit C (not pictured) that I got for Christmas...

The most beautiful North Face jacket ever...and, in my fave color.  I didn't even know it came in this color.  But, The Gunny found it!  And, now I am WARM...warmer than I have ever been in my entire life.  I've never been much of a label whore, but man....I am an North Face convert.  

So, the flowers....even in their beauty...were a little shocking.  And, seemed a little bit last minute.  Not up to my darling hubby's usual standards. 

And, then there was the fact that I had some how been selected to be the ONLY person working in our office that day...despite having requested it off.

AWESOME. (dripping with sarcasm)

The Gunny & his daughter dropped the above flowers off at my office about 11AM.  Again, awesome...who was there to gush over them? Uh, NO ONE.  He had forgotten that I was on my own that day. Double awesome. (again, with the sarcasm)

Then he says, "Pick where you want to go to dinner." But, upon arriving home that afternoon I find him in his gym clothes napping in front of the 70" which has streamed a NEVER ENDING series of Bowl Games since like last July. (I may have slightly exaggerated about that, but it has felt like July)

So, I waited...and waited....and waited for him to wake up.  And, once he does....I'm NOT in the best. mood. ever. (ya feelin' me?)

So, I took myself to Panera & had a lovely salad. Alone.

However, remember I said it "kinda" sucked...there were highlights...

Like reading this book & boo hooing my eyes out...

Like IG friends who have never met you in person, but do this....

 

And, make you feel special & worth something & boo hoo your eyes out.

And, a sweet co-worker who was on vacation (like everyone else), but took the time to swing in & bring you this....

because you have an insane love of minions.

And, my bright & beautiful boy who bought me this & gave it to me a couple of days early...

And, a mama & daddy who sing happy birthday to you when you show up at their door in tears with your own birthday pastry from Panera.

(and who purchased you the most beautiful blue Frankoma pottery because you collect it but were smart enough to give it to you early in November because they know after 43 years that January 2nd is the WORST BIRTHDAY EVER).

So, maybe 43 wasn't so bad after all.

And, The Gunny has requested we start celebrating my HALF birthday.

(and, despite all my moanings...I have forgiven him...after he told me what he should have planned & a trip to Savers.  Be still my thrifting heart.)

So here's to 43 & sucky birthdays & people who live out the OTHERS in J.O.Y.

& make YOUR day special by just being themselves.  

I was truly blessed.