If you're reading this blog (unless you're a creeper who has never met me ever), you know that my birthday is my ABSOLUTE favorite day of the year. I know, I'm super self-centered, but I love my birthday. I was born on a perfect day, right by a holiday, in the summer. Vacations, beach, swimming, barbecues, all things that happen (or should) on my birthday.
Every year, I expect to be treated like I was as a kid...The whole day revolves around me, I don't have to do my chores, and I get to choose all meals and my mom makes them for me. And I should get a bike or something. And eat Ding Dongs. No crying kids, no laundry, no cooking, no cleaning.
And every year, that doesn't happen. It's not my husband's fault. But, that doesn't stop me from blaming him for not having the best day of my life on July 5th each year.
Enter Grumpy Megan, stage left....
Poor Justin, worked on my birthday and came home to me folding laundry, fuming (figurative smoke coming from my ears). To tell me that we're going on a fun getaway over the weekend and that Mark and Jenny are going to take the boys.
Exit Grumpy Megan, enter Guilty Megan.
Went to a fun little Italian restaurant that reminded me SOO much of a place I went to with my dad in Argentina...
Went to a late movie (can't remember the last time I saw a movie STARTING at 10 PM...) and we were the only ones in the theater. We saw Midnight in Paris which I would TOTALLY recommend.
Went on a walk by this really beautiful river and talked, uninterrupted, for about four hours...Wow.
3 Things to Say:
happy birthday!! glad you got a great birthday this year!
Happy Birthday! (and welcome to the world of grown-ups. bahhhahaha)
Poor Justin indeed. I feel bad for him and Ryan for having married us...we are kind of ridiculous people aren't we?? But yet, we are awesome. Weird how that happens.
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