(It's Dearly Beloved's birthday.)
He does not like birthday celebrations. At all. Period. He is the Grinch of birthdays.
A couple of years ago, I told the kids to not even call him on his birthday. So they called the day after. I thought it was hysterical. He was not amused.
The man has issues.
Obviously this is a case of opposites attracting. I love having birthdays. I want people to let me know how glad they are that I've tottered and trudged through another year. I want flowers and balloons and devil's food cake with vanilla icing and sprinkles. Oh, and presents. Lots of presents.
And if this is the only thing that we don't agree on, we're doing well.