I wish I was a good story-teller, because the story of my 29th birthday is a pretty good one, and I know I can't do it justice, but here it is anyway.
Davin takes the day off work, and my parents (and Mary) take Dominic so we can go on a date. We start by going to Jared to look at rings. I lost my diamond ring over five years ago. I still feel sick to my stomach when I think about it. We got a band to replace it, and we started slowly saving up for a new one. (No, we were not smart enough to have the first one on our home owner's insurance). Yesterday we were going to LOOK at rings. I never expected to get one. But we find the perfect band, and the perfect diamond, and, Wa-lah! I have a new ring. :)
Then we go shopping. I buy clothes that are not one, but TWO sizes smaller than I've been wearing. Honestly, as a day highlight, it was a toss up between this and the ring.
Oh, and lunch at Benihana. Yum.
We go to pick Dom up and are at my parents when The Storm starts. That was some crazy sh**. I start to feel anxious, and it gets worse when the power goes out. As soon as the sky lightens we head out. We start driving--- right into the storm. We stop at Lantto's because branches keep flying in front of us. When it seems to lighten up, we start driving again. We zig-zag through fallen trees and branches the rest of the way home.
We get home. I push the garage door opener. Nothing. The power is out. I go reach for my keys. Oops, no house keys- I left them inside because I didn't think I needed them. Davin's keys are locked in his car at the shop. Dominic is screeching in the back seat- it is past his bedtime and he is feeling like he has a fever.
Plan of action: bust into our house. For the second time. (The first time was when we were moving in- we found an open window and just had to knock the screen out). I have no idea what my part is, but I am holding a leatherman that is jammed in the door frame. Davin kicks in the door. I fly backward onto my a**, my shoulder hitting something and my arm scraping along something sharp on the way down. If I knew what our plan was, I would have picked the part of kicking a door in! But, whatever. We're in. We're soaked and sweaty and it's dark in the house, but we're home.
Dominic goes to sleep with out even one cry of protest. Poor boy is SO tired. I grab ice for my shoulder and we lay on the living room floor wondering if we should laugh, cry, or scream. I think we both just dozed off.
The power comes back on. I end my birthday by blowing out every candle we lit when the power was out. I may not have a had a cake, but I got to blow out a lot of candles!
The end.
Edited to Add: That was a really crappy telling of my birthday. But I'm still tired, so deal. :)
