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.: 9.13.2007 

Birthday Boy

The Hubby and I, we have some severely differing views on birthdays. I consider it to be my own national holiday, a day for friends and family to lavish love and attention on me. I also consider it fairly arbitrary, hence me moving it to October this year. (I haven't picked an actual date yet, but am leaning towards October 1, so that I can have the bestest birthday present evah.*)

Notsomuch for the Hubby. He doesn't want anything, doesn't understand why anyone else might be excited that it's his birthday. Seriously: does. not. understand. his. own. fabulousness. WTF? So, since his birthday was yesterday and it more or less went over like a wet blanket, I'm officially moving his birthday this year to November 13 November 14. Yes, there is a method to that madness - we managed to cajole/bully The Whomping Willows to play in Lexington and that is the date it will happen. (Time and place TBA, fellow wrockers. And SnB'ers, I expect SEVERAL of you to show, or there will be retribution in the form of mysterious stash fires.) And, he doesn't really understand the moving of the birthday thing, but hey, if I can pick my family, if I can pick my damn birthday, and if I'm The Zabet then I can do just about anything anyway. Birthday moved? Watch my nose twitch. It's done.

Here's to happy birthdays all around, and to my fabulous Hubby, whom I still love very much even after nearly nine years. Cheers!

* Sorry Hubby, getting my tubes tied beats out even the helicopter ride in New Zealand followed by a picnic on Lake Taupo and an afternoon painting ceramics. But only by the merest fraction of a smidge.

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thus proclaimeth the Zabet  8:49 PM   4 comment(s)


Whompy is coming November 14th. I feel like we're doing a Monty Python skit, "1, 2, 5... 3, sir!"

By Blogger lonck, at 9:27 AM  

November 13 is Philip's birthday!!!

By Blogger robyn, at 10:38 AM  

I was wondering when I should wish you a happy birthday...

By Blogger Janis, at 11:50 AM  

Damnit. Well, you knew I wasn't good at linear time when you married me!!

By Blogger Zabet, at 11:58 AM  

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