But sometimes, he really sucks. Yesterday was my 25th birthday. I think birthdays are a big deal. HUGE. And I start talking about it about two months prior. This was the 9th time that Tyler has celebrated my birthday, and so he knows I expect big things.
We woke up yesterday, and he did say, "Happy Birthday" as I got ready to walk out the door for work. He was making his own breakfast, and I made my own, and we kissed good bye.
At work, I was delivered the most adorable flower arrangement:
Obviously, my first thought was that it was from my husband, but it turned out to be from a girlfriend. I asked at the beginning of the week if he had anything planned for my birthday, and he said no, so I went to dinner with a girlfriend. I walked in the door at 8:30pm, and he was on the couch. I was shocked. After his horrible, piss poor performance on Valentine's Day, I was convinced I'd at least get flowers and a romantic card. Tyler used to write the BEST cards.
Nothing. His excuse? "I thought you'd get drunk at dinner with your friend, and would come home and pass out, and not notice, or forget that I hadn't done anything."
Fail.
I'm currently searching for his "Get out of Jail Free" card, and am debating between the following:
