WIFEY'S BIRTHDAY




















Next week is Wifey's birthday. Here's last a photo of last years birthday celebration.

Wifey, Dawn, Grace and Zoe the Pom who'd love five minutes alone with the cake.

Yesterday's birthday planning conversation:

Wifey: You're not getting me anything for my birthday, are you?

She always does this. Christmas. Birthday. Anniversary. Valentine's Day. You name, Wifey will say she doesn't want anything. That's why I never ask what she wants for any of those occasions. I already know the answer to my question. Why ask, I ask myself?

Me: With less than a week before your next birthday you're asking a question like that?

Wifey: Well, I just wondered.

Me: It's a done deal. I've shopped, bought and wrapped your birthday gifts.

Wifey: Oh.

You see, I'm not one of those guys who wait for the last moment to shop then run around the mall like a chicken with its head cut off looking for that all elusive, perfect gift. I think ahead. From one birthday to the next I listen to what Wifey thinks she needs or wants or desires. I'm good about remembering.

I'm also not a guy to say, "Okay Wifey, what do you want for your birthday?" That just ruins it. I hate being asked what I want for Christmas or for a birthday. There's no fun in being asked what you want or told what gifts you might buy.

If I did ask her what she'd like for her birthday I do know one thing Wifey will never say she'd like to have:

"That would be in the butt, Bob."