I have been a bad little blogger

I can't believe I have gone almost a week without blogging....I blame it ALL on the 7 day process that is known as birthday week insert WOOHAH here!) or the lingering effects of Saturday night.

Read on.

I am still in total shock from Saturday.

Take note ladies and gentlemen, that after 18 plus years of marriage my husband, STILL manages to surprise me.

Remember the little bit about the wine bar on Saturday night?

I am so excited! I have on my flirty little black fringed skirt and peasant top and killer boots and I beepop (yes beepop) into the wine bar and head for my customary place on the cushioned banquet filled with sumptious pillows, plop myself down and hubby says

"Oh honey look. We can't sit here. All the seats are reserved. See the little placecards?"

"HUH????? In the what what??? It's MY birthday...that is so not RIGHT!"

Flounce to beautifully carved mahongany bar "Well guess THIS will have to do" Plop...slight pout

Life is not fair sometimes, even on your birthday. So there we sit, me consoling myself by munching on a cheese plate and crab cakes and salad.

Ahhhhhhhhhh yes....the Salad.

That would be the bartenders salad. He let me eat all of the little marinated onions out of his salad before he started because he saw me polish off all of hubby's in 5 minutes flat. And well cause (throwing hands in air and squealing) "It's MY birthday!

And well, we're regulars and did I mention I had a really cute little flirty fringed skirt with killer boots to match?

Note...... I'm not pouting as much now.

Back to my oblivious munching and drinking of very good Pinot Noir. After about an hour, I'm talking to hubby and look over his shoulder to see a PROCESSION.

And in the procession who to my wondering eyes should appear.... but 15 of my closest friends (my Friday Zoo Crew) filing into the restaurant shouting "Happy Birthday" at the top of their lungs.

A PROCESSION I say ...cause I'm the QUEEN and every QUEEN needs a procession...dang SKIPPY!

I turn to hubby. He smirks, then grins. DAMN, I love that man.

And yeah, the reserved signs on the tables where I couldn't sit?

Yes...those would be for MOI!

I blushed. I cried. I laughed...hard.

More people arrived throughout the night.

I was showered with cards and presents and love and food and FRIENDS.

Postcript

Sometimes when times seem their darkest, a warm light shines that just bathes you in love and comfort.

Saturday night was one of those nights.

And I'll hold it in my heart forever.