Another day older and deeper in debt...

Or so the old song goes.

As some of you noted, this weekend was also my birthday. I am now at the age where birthdays are pretty uneventful, non-celebration sorts of things. At least that's how I feel. My sweet family, on the other hand, decided to wow me.

Chris and the boys (um, mostly Chris) baked me a double fudge cake with fudge icing. I had to restrain myself from diving face first into it! It was decadent and fudgey and exactly what my hurting soul and heart needed. 

They took me out to dinner at a nice steak house where I had some of all my faves, and ate it all! For one day I could throw the diet out the window, right? I mean, my body could only absorb so much fat and calories in one sitting.....

I got to take a long, lavender scented bath while reading a trashy gossip magazine. I was able to shave my legs without hacking off any pieces of flesh. I even got to moisturize. Unheard of around these parts!!! I am the 4-minute shower champ. Pampering is not in my routine. 

I got to watch the shows I had on the DVR, catching up on everything!

Then came the presents. I got the Iron Chef game for the DS. Now I have to fight Ahren for time on the game system. I got a new cookbook and a large stainless steel spice rack, with spices! My hubby knows me so well. But my favorite gift, the gift that shows how much my husband really knows me? He got me a portable hard drive. A sexy little black and red system to back up all my writing and photos off our main computer. A couple of years ago our old computer died and took all my personal stuff with it. The Geek squad could not recover my things and I was heartbroken. Now that will never happen again. 

My family spoiled me!!!

I almost forgot to add the strangest thing that happened. When we were leaving the restaurant I was holding Ahren's hand and trying to steer him out between the tables. In typical Ahren fashion, he tripped, almost keeled over, I pulled him up and then he fell over the other way. I was half dragging him by the arm when a really old man at the table we were passing said, "Oh my goodness, it's a feral child". I turned and saw the look on his wife's face and started to laugh! I couldn't even get mad because she looked like she was about to come across the table and tear him a new one. She was MORTIFIED! I know I should have gotten mad and maybe said something, but he was such a really old man and they just say the darndest things, and well, Ahren with his mop of wild curls and bumbling walk did indeed look a little feral. So I shrugged it off and just laughed. I guess it was a good thing I was having such a great day!