...'cause i sure feel like it.
so Monday was my birthday, and i am officially 44.
hmmmmm....half way to 88.
it was OK. you know, when you were a kid, you wouldn't wait till your birthday. the one day of the year when it was all about you.
this year, eh. dear Hubbs hates to plan anything, so we didn't have much to do. it just didn't go well.
* the breakfast place down by our Marina is where i wanted to go for breakfast. they had a 40 minute wait. **sigh**
* i returned two of the Hubbs birthday presents, already had those DVDs.
i'm whining, i know. i just felt like throwing myself a pity party because i really try to plan a nice day for Hubbs' birthday. so, i kept telling myself to grow up and get over it, because Hubbs is a wonderful guy. love, love, love him.
dinner, however, was another story! he made reservations @ the Napa Rose, over at the Grand Californian Hotel at Disneyland, and it was gooooooooooooood. ever had beef tenderloin that was so tender you could cut it with a spoon? yummers.
so at work yesterday, did anyone say Happy Birthday? nope. but, someone did bring a card...for another person's birthday for me to sign.
i know it's petty. it's childish. it's stupid. i hate that i felt like i did, and that i write about it. but, it is somewhat catharic.
but it still hurt my feelers.