A fine pickle...
It has been a terribly special week.
Not only did I turn the age where I'm eligible for a certain card and applicable discounts, I also was completely unaware that what I thought as a gathering to fill Easter eggs for next week's hunt was, in fact, my very first surprise birthday party...ever.
I waited half a century for this and almost missed it.
You see, when I saw a bunch of folks from my church milling about at the Cheesecake Factory at the mall I assumed they were having some sort of business meeting and I said, "we can't just barge in!"
I then turned and started walking away.
"Yes, we can!" Dr. Worm insisted and came after me.
"No, we can't. I just want to have a quiet dinner with you," I replied.
"You are going up there...you have to...it's for your birthday," he insisted in what I thought was a rather harsh tone.
I turned around and with tears in my eyes ascended the escalator. They burst into a chorus of "Happy Birthday" as I reached them.
I've never been so totally embarrassed and mortified (but in a good way!) in my life.
The photo above best describes the kind of evening it was.
Our pastor actually picked out the card I'm holding....it's because our dog's name is Pickle and he's taken quite a shine to Pastor G. And obviously this love works both ways...
What can I say? I love these people! It was a terribly busy weekend for us all and then for them to go out of their way to give me a surprise party at the Cheesecake Factory just leaves me speechless.
And, for me, that's kinda unusual. I have lots to say most of the time!
I'm not too happy about the age, but I'm happy that my friends helped me celebrate the event. Thank you my sweet hubby for doing this for me. I don't deserve such a thing but it totally made my year!
It was a fine way to end a weekend in which I have proven to be certifiable.
Let me back up, first I must say that I am obsessed with getting all the eggs done for the hunt next Saturday. That's because I kinda volunteered to head up the event even though I've never even been to one (it's for the kids!).
So obsessed am I that at a baby shower yesterday when one of the fellas in our small group said he couldn't make church this morning, I heard something completely different, and replied, "Remember the eggs!"
He blinked and looked at me oddly, then probably thought, "oh well, she's always saying crazy things," and moved on.
Then, I was so tired today that I took a nap this afternoon only to be awakened by the sound of a doorbell and strange male voice downstairs. I knew that Wiggle had gone to deliver the Easter doorhangars and I thought, "oh no! An intruder! I must protect myself!"
So I leaped up and shut the bedroom door and locked it as Pickle leaped up and down barking menacingly...well, he's not all that scary but I hoped for the best.
Then I heard two voices!
I quickly ran through my mind various kung fu moves and protection stances (like eye poking) in case they broke through the first (door) and second (Pickle) lines of defenses.
Then the fog began to clear and I thought to look out the window...there sat a blue hybrid...uh...it was just D coming to pick up the baby seat he had forgotten the day before!
Cancel red alert! Cancel red alert!
D - you are a very lucky man. I am a lethal weapon when startled!
I am expecting the men in white coats any minute...