Yesterday was my birthday. I am now 38 beautiful years old.
What a great day. We have a tradition in our house that for the birthday person, signs are hung all over the house for them to read when they get up on their special day. My mom began this tradition yeeears ago.
They know that if they need me to schedule something…put it on my desk. If I need a reminder note, it is put on my keyboard. I love you notes are regularly found post-it’d on my computer screen, and everyone else’s paper junk ends up on my desk too. If I am not busy in the rest of the house, I am at my computer. That is why I totally freaked out late last week when my keyboard decided to not work.
Hubbie I unplugged it, replugged it in. Nothing. Hubbie went for the boy’s keyboard, nada, zilch, zip, nothing, noodle. I was on the verge of apoplexy, when I got the bright idea to see if said machine part was under warranty. Low and behold, I have a wee bit of time left. So I called India, and I was told to unplug everything from the hard drive. So, I did that. Hold in the on button for 20 seconds. Done! Plug stuff back in. Huh? Wait a minute. I don’t know where any of the holes all these different shaped wires and plugs and boots and reboots go. I am on my knees. It is dark back in there, and the dust! sheesh! Doesn’t anyone clean around here? I beg order the husband to plug everything back in for me, and voila! India has done it again. My computer is saved.
So, yesterday morning, I came downstairs to this.
Can’t read the sign?
Isn’t that great? My children know me so well.
I have enough Hershey bars, Dove dark, and pink M&M’s to last me…oh…about 3 weeks. If I pace myself.
What special things do you do for birthdays?