So yesterday I ran around doing various pre-party prep things, and then I made Otto come home early so he could be here when Monkey got off the bus, because I had a therapy appointment go talk about MAH FEEEEEEEELINGS.
“We really need dog food,” I told him, before I left. “Do you think I could just run over to the pet store after, and get that? I mean, assuming I don’t spend the entire hour weeping?”
Otto looked a little bit alarmed at this. I assured him that I don’t ALWAYS spend the hour weeping. He relaxed a little and told me to take my time, but I reminded him that I am Bad At Directions (yes, even with my GPS) and that I wasn’t sure how to get to the pet store from my doctor’s office. He explained it to me and I sort of understand and said fine, I will go to my appointment and then go grab some kibble and be home.
I kissed him goodbye and I left.
I went to my appointment and didn’t weep at all (YAY ME!) and then went to “go get dog food.”
Here we understand “go get dog food” = “not getting dog food at all.”
Here you further have to understand that I have NEVER successfully pulled of a surprise for anyone. There was some brief musing about trying to make Otto’s party a surprise party, and when I told him a few months ago, “Sorry, it’s just going to be a party you know about because I suck at surprises” he immediately agreed with me. I wanted to be offended, but… it’s true. It’s true under NORMAL circumstances, and life around here lately has been anything but normal. The idea of pulling off any kind of surprise in my current frazzled state is completely laughable, really.
Upon my arrival at home, I found Monkey playing games on the computer and the other two members of my immediate family upstairs doing something.
“Hey, Otto?” I called up the stairs. “Can you come help me?”
“We’re busy!” called Chickadee.
“It’ll just take a second, I just need your arms.” I called.
Otto came down the stairs, eyebrow cocked.
“The dog food slid back in the trunk and I can’t reach it,” I told him. “I need your long arms, please.”
Otto chuckled and came outside and walked around to the back of my car to get the dog food.
Whereupon he discovered one of his brothers lounging in my trunk. It’s possible the only other time I’ve seen him grin that big was on our wedding day, and as he laughed and helped Nearly Nickless out amidst a few hearty “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”s, Wild Thing (his other brother) jumped out from around the corner of the house, too.
Happy birthday, baby. It’s not that I didn’t enjoy the solid month of dark grumbling about how your family was too selfish to bother coming down for your birthday—because I kind of did, because you completely fell for it—but the look on your face was actually more of a present for us than for you.
NOW it’s gonna be a party. Woo!