And that's exactly what popped into my head this week on my 49th birthday. You see, hubby was being a sweetheart and went out to pick up a cake for me on Monday night just in time for my birthday the following day.
I hadn't noticed the cake at first, he slipped out after dinner, told me there were a few groceries he wanted to pick up and took off. So he comes home about an hour later with the groceries and puts them away. I was drawing with our daughter and didn't pay much attention to what he was doing.
Later, I went into the kitchen to get something and noticed this pretty pink and white cake sitting on the counter.
I looked over at my husband who was watching TV and said "This cake is so pretty, but why does it say "39th?"
He looked up at me and I wish you could have seen the look that went across his face. Just this blank stare like a deer caught in headlights and then panic followed by:
"Oh my God! Why was I thinking you were 39? You're 49 this year......right? I don't know what made me tell them to put 39 on the cake! Shit, I just wasn't thinking!!"
I know my husband and this wasn't a joke, he was serious. I couldn't help but laugh knowing I really didn't care one way or the other. 39, 49, or 59 written in butter cream frosting was okay with me, as a matter of fact, if the cake had "Happy Birthday You Old Bat" written on it, I would still enjoy eating it. After all, he did get the date right and it's the thought.... I think......
So I have to ask, has your husband or significant other gotten your age wrong?
PS: I want to thank all of you who stopped by on my birthday and voted for me on the "Top Mommy Blog" (by just one click on that cute little brown button on the top right of my page) Thanks so much!