In my part of the world we say you are a fool if your passion for a pursuit overcomes all practical sense. I am a stitching fool, and I stitch foolishness.

Friday, November 2, 2012

Shhhh, don't tell anyone . . .

(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.


  1. Wonderful post Ann : ) I love birthdays too but so does my husband! He has upped the ante a bit. First he started saying "it's my birthday weekend" ... but since his birthday did not always fall during a weekend he started saying "it's my birthday week!" After a while it became "it's my birthday month!" This year, after my birthday ended last month, he was already talking about his birthday which isn't till February! Men!

  2. I hope that he has a wonderful Birthday!!