My secret is out. Yesterday I got another year older.
[Note to universe: it’s not FAIR to dump a whole year on a person in one day!]
I just got back into knitting (YAY!) so for my birthday I just wanted more knitting supplies. My friend Joni sent me a gift card so I could shop and, like a 5 year old on a sugar high, I was hyper and really really REALLY wanting to go yarn shopping last night. I knew after working all day, Matt was tired so I didn’t ask him to take me. We’re going to be out this weekend so I figured I could go then. Before bed I was knitting on my project (a blanket for Abby) and I showed him I was almost out of yarn.
He used his baby voice and said, “It’s ok, honey, we’ll get you more.”
So, I pouted and said, “But I wanna get some NOW.”
Him: “You couldn’t have mentioned this earlier?” (He was obviously tired.)
Me: “I hinted earlier.”
Him: “Well, here.”
He traced circles in the air with his hands and chanted, “Abra cadabra bimblety barn, please bring Elisa lots of yarn!”
Sternly, I said, “No, you’re supposed to sing ‘Like a good neighbor, State Farm is there — with a bunch of yarn!'”