|Got one picture and then my camera died.|
Then the week turned out very disappointing, filled with soccer practices, scouts, three doctor appointments, tests (Pat's taking a college course), soccer games, and Pat being out of town for two days. In other words, we have never had a spare moment to celebrate. I even had his dinner all planned, and then he had to cancel on us.
He did make his favorite dessert, pumpkin pie, and took a pumpkin and a french silk pie into work to share with his coworkers. And Tien took him out for breakfast, and Jason took him out for lunch. (Two friends from work.) I still haven't been able to have a date with Pat!!!! Maybe I should become his coworker. If I could ever pass basic algebra I'd be on my way................... okay, that'll never happen.
I did send him off to work with a note taped on his back (he had no clue of course), that said, "I believe in aliens. Wink if you do too." I heard that Tien took it off of him at breakfast, the kind friend that he is, darnit. But I laughed really hard when Pat told me he had gone around his office asking who had done it, being sure that his wife wouldn't have.
The only other thing Pat would like me to put here about his birthday to be remembered for all time, is that on his birthday, I MADE HIM come to the church with me for scouts rather than letting him go to sleep. I wasn't trying to be mean, I just wanted to spend time with him! I thought it was sad that on his birthday I was just seeing him for the first time really at 7pm and we were supposed to go our separate ways again! It backfired on me though since he just went to sleep on the couch at church and I just talked with friends the whole time. Inconceivable! Oh yeah, and it's the 25th anniversary of The Princess Bride. Hasn't this been an awesome post?
|We did get Pat gifts he really liked, and I can imagine this is us on a date.|
Today we did get to hang out together and watched conference and worked on genealogy. And he made himself a really nice birthday dinner (pictured at the top). My birthday dinner expired. In fact, he was just overheard saying, "At least somebody loves me", and I said, "Who? You?", and he said yes. He cracks me up.
"THE 12TH!", I said. "Oh yeah, my favorite day was January the 11th. My last day of freedom!"
|Me at 18 weeks. Photo by Sam.|