So, my 40th is just around the corner (yes, scary and TOTALLY unbelievable, I know!) and so The Man asked me last night what I wanted as a birthday present.
Me: Oh I don’t know, just something frivolous
Him: Like what?Me: I don’t know, surprise me
Him: Do you want a party dress?
Me: A party dress?
Him: Yes, for your party.
Me: Am I five?!
Him: so, what DO you want then?
Me: Well, I guess I need a decent haircut, it’s been a while.
Him: OK, I’ll pay for you to have that
Me: I wont like it though.
Him: So WHY would I get it for you!?!?
My head hurts with all this thinking. Aren’t birthdays meant to be fun??