I made a horrible mistake and scheduled a meeting at our house for Wednesday night. For some reason the date didn't click with me. It's Gman's birthday not just any birthday, his 40th birthday. So I decided that today could be his honorary birthday and we would have steaks for dinner and invite friends over for cake and ice cream afterwards. Everything was going as planned until I went to light up the grill. That's when the little brown mouse looked up at me and went running across the burners. I squealed like a little girl. I can't remember the last time I shrieked like that! I assured Gman that it wasn't because I was afraid of the mouse just startled. He and the Pouter scared the little bugger out of the grill but no one saw where he went, please Lord, let it not be in my basement!
Months ago I had grand plans for the momentous occasion, I was going to invite everyone we knew, make hotel arrangements for out of town guests, procure a cake from Charm City Cakes and surprise the pants off of him. Alas, I had a great vision but not nearly the stamina to pull it off. Every time I started to make plans I got a little sick to my stomach thinking of all the work. I think it was more my idea of a good time than his anyway. So instead of grand we had intimate, kid filled and hopefully equally surprising--that's what happens when you plan a few hours in advance. So, if you are hanging around the blogosphere this week, drop over by Man Overboard and wish the love of my life a happy 40th birthday!