Okay! I love you, too.
So, my "real" birthday came and went with fanfare and surprises, and then, I moved on. There was Christmas shopping and wrapping to finish. I needed to prepare for our New Year's Eve party (this is our "thing"--drop by next New Year's--we will be open around 9:00).
Mr. Incredible had not followed the list line by line, but he had managed to come up with a wonderfully intimate day for me. And then, he was sure to tell me how well he knows me and that he doesn't need a list from me to make me happy. Touche'! Mr. Incredible: 41,284. Reckless: 37. Not that I'm counting or anything. At least I can admit when I am wrong....
I was a little slow sending out the usual New Year's Evite. Mr. Incredible told me he would let me focus on Christmas wrapping and menus and cleaning for the parental Christmas company, and he would be a dear and send out the Evite for me.
I thought this was inspired.
He told me he sent the Evite, and, periodically, I would ask,
Did you remember to invite so-and-so?
Is so-and-so coming?
Can you add so-and-so?
Etc., etc., etc...
All I had to do was clean the house, prepare the food, and wait to enjoy a good, long evening with about 40 of our friends.
Mr. Incredible is a great help around our home, but he was unusually helpful in the time period between my birthday and New Year's Eve. For "some reason" he decided to paint the hideous chandelier black after years of
|Notice the Newly Improved Chandelier. Better after. Can't find a before right now.|
We bought a new tv (another story, another day) and a new entertainment console to put it on (don't you just love Costco?). He rearranged the family room furniture (which looks so much better). He hung a few pictures. He smiled when I bought some new branches and flowers for the vase on the fireplace, which he might usually grunt at. HE CLEANED HIS OFFICE. Are you hearing this? It was like I had entered The Twilight Zone. There was nary a paper to be seen. I did push his buttons just a tiny, wee bit when I asked him if the cardboard box on top of his armoire could be placed elsewhere. And, I took the hint and backed off. The box stayed. It's probably still there, but I don't care anymore.
When friends called or I ran into them, they told me they would see me on New Year's Eve and asked what they could bring. I would tell them just to bring themselves like I usually do and that we looked forward to having them in our home. I went shopping at Costco, Sam's and the Krogert for the food and champagne.
New Year's Eve was here! I readied the food, dressed the tables, readied myself, and right about that time, the doorbell rang. I was busy putting out the shrimp, so Mr. Incredible grabbed the door. It was two couples at the same time. Both the girls had on green. Super Dave had a green shirt on, too. And Mike had on a weird lime green fishing shirt. I thought Mike's shirt choice was a little odd because he is normally a Hawaiian shirt kind of guy, but whatever. I commented on the pretty green sweater Janet was wearing and on the green beads Momma Wolg had on.
|The fishing shirt. Let's keep that on the boat, Mike.|
Then, Mr. Incredible asked me if I could get the door, which was weird because he was right next to it. And he wasn't doing anything. I probably shot him a nasty look because Abby, Melissa, Jennifer, Becky, JMom and I were busy talking (which is the most serious business ever), but I walked over and opened the door.
|My initial confused reaction upon seeing my mom and dad|
|Mr. Incredible had flown my baby sister in from California for my "real"surprise party.|
|And my parents came up from Houston, too!|
|Mr. Incredible's speech thanking everyone for keeping the surprise and helping him pull off the party|
|A sweet birthday serenade|
|Momma Wolg, you had me at the ring...|
|My fellow green lover Annette. I can't believe she did not buy this scarf for herself! That's a friend!|
|Janet explaining that she had channeled my inner derby queen and found this "Vixen" martini glass. There was also some talk about whether the card should have said fabulous or centrigrade. Mike, I'm with you. Centigrade.|
|The Birthday Martini glass my mom brought for me and insisted I must use. Pear with a Champagne floater. Crisp, floral.|
|We know you like each other... Get some Creme, pronto.|
|Ever seen him look this happy before? Me neither. It was Squirt in his cup, btw...|
|You know you are loved when the Popeye shirt comes out of the privacy of one's home and into your birthday party.|
And my sister! She got to stay until January 3, so we got to walk, go out to for Mexican, watch The Hangover again, watch a couple of ridiculously bad movies, take the kids to the movies, go out for sushi, go to church, and spend lots of time laughing until she cried and I peed over things like "poop in the pants, shut up, (scream) aaahhh," "girl wieners," and "primeval". It's the kind of stuff that only sisters can share. I'm so glad she got to meet so many of my friends (even Pandamom!) and spend a little time in my home. Her surprise appearance made the whole turning 40 experience completely worth it.
Finally, as if it was all not enough already, I really do get to go to New York in April!!!!!
I will finally get to have frozen hot chocolate at Serendipity, stroll through Central Park, have a martini at the Peacock Alley Bar, see a show on Broadway, shop until I drop, gaze at amazing artwork, hail a cab, and ride the subway. Who knows what else I'll get to do there! What an exciting adventure to look forward to. Yes, I promise there will be pictures; I'm taking a photographer...