A Slice of Birthday Whine

(this fun little birthday cone at McDonalds in Dillon, MT and YOUR FABULOUS DE-LURKING AND WELL-WISHING COMMENTS, were the only good things about the day…)

Have you ever decided to drive 10 hours on your birthday so that your husband could get to his “Man-cation” with his mission buddies on time?

I have.

Have you ever found out that the birthday dinner your mom planned with your relative, when you arrived, had to be cancelled because your husband’s boss was flying into town, unexpectedly, and so you had to leave way later than planned?

I have.

Have you ever fought with your husband the night before your birthday, so you sleep on the couch, because you can’t sleep by him when you’re irritated, and end up with a huge headache when you wake up?

I have.

Have you ever gotten an email while you were doing the last minute trip packing, on your birthday, that said this:  “Just got laid-off.  Sorry.  Be home in 30 minutes?”

I have.

Have you ever had your mom call, during your drive to Utah, on your birthday, and had her tell you that doctors found two kinds of cancer in your grandpa?

I have.

Have you ever had your tire blow out, on your birthday, at 10 o’clock at night, with 150 miles to go and NO repair shops open, so you pray really hard and drive 50 miles an hour, on the spare, all the way to your destination?

I have.

And now I have three words for you:

Crappiest. Birthday. Ever.