B & I were driving home from dinner:
Me: I want cake
B: You just ate enough sushi to feed Shamu. Are you serious?
Me: I WANT CAKE!
B: :: ignores scary birthday girl:::
Sitting on the couch at home:
Me: I want cake
B: You should go to the store and get some
Me: It's MY birthday! Will you go get me cake?
B: I'll get you cake if you fold the laundry
Me: :::commence husband beat-down:::.....
B: FINE! What do you want? (please note his tone was dripping with birthday resentment. I would have liked a little more excitement about the fact that 31 years ago the world was blessed with my arrival, but whatev. At least I got my cake!)
My birthday was also marked by lots of birthday wishes on Facebook. Among them, a "Happy Birthday Erin!" (please note, this is NOT MY NAME!) Hilarious.
AND... my trigger shot! (please note, NONE of the doctors noticed it was my birthday, even though I told them my date of birth at least 3 different times yesterday. I'm thinking about firing them for such a gross oversite....harumph. So the trigger wasn't as bad as I was afraid. It's a smart thing those nurses stick you in the ass so you don't have to see that giant needle hurdling towards your poor little helpless body. Here's the bad part about getting it in the ass (Ha! I just said getting it in the ass!)- It's not such a great spot when you have gas. Which I did. And the nurse was kneeling on the ground right with her face about 3 inches from my butt.
I should mention, I'm new to the whole holding-it-in-thing. I didn't know how to do it until about 2 years ago. And it's harder for me to suck that putrid air biscuit back in when I'm standing. So Gas+Poor Control + Nurse Face in the Ass with a needle = BAD. So I stood there and held my gas like I've never tried to hold it before. I may have even prayed a little (my parents would be so proud). And SUCCESS! The gas stayed in! Thank you birthday fairies!!!
And that is how I spent my special day.
Side-note: I usually have the worst birthdays in the world. The following things have happened on my birthday: Mount St. Helen's erupted and killed millions of people (okay, this one didn't effect me, but it was BAD. Like sad-animal-bad bad), I got chicken pox, I got the flu, all my friends forgot my birthday, I got detention, I got into a car accident, I was in a tornado, and a boyfriend broke up with me. Awesome.