Today is my 37th birthday. Well, somewhere on the time continuum.
Last night Ralf and I had a date night, which has been months in the organizing given our (mainly his) work schedules. Unfortunately it was about 100 degrees in the restaurant but still good.
This morning my children woke me with about twenty rousing rounds of Happy Birthday while Ralf was out buying cake and flowers. Then we had my 2nd favorite breakfast, which is cake - my 1st favorite breakfast is chicken curry.
Then I got my presents: pictures from the girls, a check from my grandma and a spa gift certificate and CD from Ralf.
I get a home-burned CD every year for my birthday, which should tell you how easy to please and low maintenance I am. All year when I hear a song I like on the radio I write it down in an email to myself, then I send Ralf the list and he procurs the songs and burns them on a CD for me.
Sometimes he tries to put his foot down:
Ralf: Maneater? No way! That's Nelly Furtado's lamest song.
Me: It's her BEST song. I want it.
Ralf: OK, but I'm not listening to it in the car.
Ralf: If you really want The Unforgiven we should get the Metallica version. It's way better.
Me: No way, Jose - I want the chick version. Metallica's stupid.
In the end I got everything I wanted except Lady Gaga, which I'm sure is an oversight.
Next we played the CD while spring cleaning in preparation for friends visiting from the US this week. One thing this family knows how to do is party!
Then Ralf took the girls to Baumarkt so I could catch up on my blogging.
A fine birthday.
Some favorite lines from my birthday playlist - see if you can name the song:
Control yourself, take only what you need.
This power needs some room to grow.
Believe me when I say, today's your lucky day.
If you like it why don't you put a ring on it?
You don't know anything 'bout me.
I'm bringing sexy back.
Viva Las Vegas!
Dance, F#!*er, dance!