I get excited when it's my birthday.
I mean, yes, I do think, "Man, I'm getting old."
But I also think, "Presents! Cake! I don't have to cook!"
Tom's birthday was Tuesday.
This is how he feels about birthdays:
He just sits there and acts like it's just another day.
He doesn't care that there's presents!
He doesn't care that there's cake!
He doesn't care that he doesn't have to cook (probably because I usually do it anyway. But still!)
I set up a fabulous table with presents on top and he wasn't even itching to open any of them.
"Aren't you EXCITED?" I asked.
He said he'd wait until after dinner to open them.
I'm ready to open presents the second I wake up.
He ended up having a good birthday. I think.
More details will come on Monday's blog post.
When it's your birthday, you should be like this:
Presents. Cake. Not having to cook.