Well, You Don’t Have to Rub It In…

Today I turn the big 3-1. I remember when I was a little bit younger every birthday seemed like a momentous occasion, but 31… meh. It just means I have solidly landed midway through the target advertising demographic, and that I am way overdue canceling my account on Twenty Something Bloggers (not out of denial, mind you, just sheer laziness).

I haven’t quite reached the point in my life wherein I lie about my age, and I am beyond the point where celebrating my birthday at the ice skating rink has gone from kitschy to sad.

Thirty-one… it’s just a weird one.

Thanks to the magic of Facebook the day hasn’t gone unnoticed, and thanks to the conversation I had with the hubby a couple of weeks ago there was a card waiting for me on the counter when I came downstairs this morning.

Let me preface my sharing of the text of this card by telling you all that for many, many years my birthday presents have been given to me a month in advance in the form of a Christmas/Birthday present combo. I have grown accustomed to that, and so I am also completely cool with the fact that since I am leaving for Blissdom tomorrow I won’t be getting a present from Boogie and the Mister this year.

And now onto the card,

For My Wife

On your birthday I’d like to give you the world… but my heart will have to do.

Love, Boogie and the Mister

Of note: the only thing handprinted is the last line, i.e. the signature line.

As I mixed Boogie’s oatmeal and read this I couldn’t help wondering, hadn’t he already given me his heart, wasn’t that the point of all that wedding bru-haha? So, technically, does this card mean that he is regifting me for my birthday and Hallmark is officially endorsing it?

And as I navigated the spoon past upheld hands and clamped tight lips, I went on to ponder, although the card was very sweet, hadn’t we had already established I was not getting anything for my birthday this year?And did he really just give me a card that said, in a very sweet and passive way of course, that I’m not getting anything for my birthday this year?

Devil Horns! | Melody

Don’t Be Afraid, It’s Delurking Day

Each year the blogosphere bands together and declares a Delurking Day. What is this you may ask?

Does that answer you’re question? Yes, I am asking you to flash me.

Actually, it’s a call for all you quiet folks out there to leave a comment, even if it is just to say “Hi!” The thought of random folks flashing me sounded a lot more funny, huh?

So, what compelling question should I ask of you dear readers? I could ask something about politics, but my forehead can’t take anymore politically motivated banging against a brick wall.  I could ask you about the worst piece of parenting advice you were given, but then I would probably get all irritated because it would describe a typical day of parenting around Chez Meiners.

However, besides, “have as many kids as you can as quickly as you can before your uterus is exhausted,” I haven’t really gotten a lot of marriage advice. So, in honor of Delurking Day, I want to hear the best piece of marriage advice you have filed away in your brain. It could be something you learned from your parents, grandparents, a random homeless guy with a golden voice, or something you do in your own marriage. Lay it on me!