I sent my birthday spy (Fiona) in to ask her father which flavorwas his favorite- chocolate or vanilla? Although I already knew the answer, I had my fingers crossed for chocolate. She came back with a whispered, "Daddy said he likes vanilla". And because the thought of spending an hour baking a homemade (boring) vanilla cake seemed so not worth it (I realize how very selfish this sounds), I went ahead and added some almond extract to the batter in place of the vanilla extract. Somehow just that little switcharoo made it worth it. I made a classic chocolate buttercream frosting, and served it with pistachio ice cream (!) and coffee. Happy Birthday, Der- I mean, Terry.
On Monday, my parents offered to take the girls for the night. Terry (and I) scored a date at the Righteous Room and then went to see Control at Cinefest at GSU. It was a wonderful evening. The following day, I slept-in until 10:30 (in honor of Terry's birthday of course), spent the morning getting some stuff done on the laptop at the coffee shop (still in remembrance of Terry's birthday I'm sure), and hit the motherload of all thrift store finds for him (and me, but only because it was his birthday). I returned to a peaceful empty home and ate a slice of celebratory birthday cake, while waiting for the kids to come back from their grandparents' house. If I were smarter, I'd also have given him an herb garden window box and a subscription to Woman's Day for his birthday. Instead, I gave him a book (that was 100% him, 0% me) and the motherload of awesome thrift store shirts. We all made out pretty good on his birthday. Even the girls did, as they walked through the front door with pockets bulging from the loot of whatever candy store my parents just robbed on the way to my house.
I've celebrated 10 birthdays with this dude, and it's not gotten old yet.
2 comments:
Is that a rabbit in the background?
haha! poor banjo... they're EVERYWHERE!
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