link | posted by Cat at 6:47 PM
That you blushed like a girlie-girl today when our waitress and the entire staff of T.G.I. Fridays commanded the attention of all the diners in the restaurant and proceeded to sing in clapping cadence, "I don't know what you've been told!... But someone here is getting old!" And I also love that you totally shared the free yummy birthday sundae they brought you which was absolutely free and for which we did not pay one red cent because they didn't charge us and it was totally free. Because it's your birthday, yo.
That you say things like "Woo! Hot mama!" and "HEY! You're plumb naked!" when I step out of the shower and then proceed to do your Happy, Happy, Hurray For Yay! dance.
That even though you pretend to be humoring me, all "Okay, okay, whatever, I'll watch Buffy with you tonight," or "Fine, we can watch the season finale of Veronica Mars again, but just one episode and then it's all about Sports Center..." I know you will end up spending hours watching all four episodes on the disk or flipping through the special features with me because you totally love Buffy and Veronica almost as much as I do. Which is a whole lot... you know, because Girl Power?
That even though you claim to hate cats (because you're a Dog Man, dammit! Cats are for sissies!), when there are kittens around and I suddenly realize I haven't seen you in a while, and everyone is all, "What happened to TGYM?", I have often found you hiding in a corner somewhere cuddling with the kittens, stroking their fur, and cooing softly at them. Which is the sexiest thing EVER. And also... aaaw! Cute.
That you get really, really excited when you talk on your cell phone and forget that this is the 21st century and you don't actually have to "speak up," so you talk really super loud and the person on the other end (usually one of your brothers) ends up modulating his voice proportionally to yours, thus spurring you to speak even louder, so eventually anyone within a hundred square yards could conceivably pass a pop quiz covering how much money you dropped on the the new pair of northern Virginia square-toed oxfords you bought totally on sale ($59 marked down from $175! SCORE!) or how often your wife has taken a turn doing the laundry in the past month (once!... what?!), which is more endearing than annoying, most of the time, because how cute is that? But still? Kind of annoying. But mostly endearing!
That due to my complete inability to take a joke, you have directed all your prankish ways toward our children who seem able to take it much better than I, but hey, that could simply be wishful thinking. They will in fact most likely need buttloads of therapy when they grow up in order to work through their Daddy Issues and their complete inability to take a joke. GOSH.
That when a HUGE glass of Dr. Pepper was knocked over during your birthday lunch at T.G.I. Fridays and the mess was so devastating that we had to switch tables, when the waitress came bustling out apologizing for the tall glasses of soda the new hostess had mistakenly brought for the children and handed my youngest a fresh Dr. Pepper in a child's cup complete with lid and bendy straw, you actually restrained yourself from gleefully informing the waitress and all others in the vicinity that it was in fact your clutzy wife who caused the whole commotion, which took enormous force of will, I am sure. It's quite possible you pulled something from the strain of holding it all in. Hey, in my defense, there were too many damn things in the middle of that table. It was like a freaking obstacle course to get to the chips and salsa, okay?! Not to mention that those glasses are super tall and have a way smaller circumference at the bottom in relation to the top, clealy a design flaw defying several laws of physics. Totally an accident waiting to happen, that's all I'm saying. Honestly. What's that about? Good lord.
That you are an extraordinarily loving and involved father to three of the most precious people in my life. They (and I) are lucky to have you.
I love you, gorgeous. Happy birthday.
- Nilbo commented:
Awww. I don't know who's luckier ...
... but for the sake of form, I'm going to say him, because he gets to boink you. And I'm sure you'll respond, "Yeah, but I get to ..." and good, yay for you, whatever, I'm a het guy and I can't approve of any woman who is not Jenna Jameson boinking men who are not me.
- » 6/20/2006 9:07 PM
- WILLIAM commented:
I totally do the cell phone thing. My wife does not find it even remotley endearing.
Happy B-day to TGYM.
- » 6/21/2006 6:10 AM
- Circus Kelli commented:
Happy Birthday to TGYM!
- » 6/21/2006 7:10 AM
- LadyBug commented:
A belated Happy Birthday to TGYM!
What a sweet, sweet post, Cat. Hugs to you, dear.
- » 6/21/2006 7:31 AM
Happy Birthday to TGYM.
I can't stand cats. They are girlie pets *whispers* but I like kittens, too
- » 6/21/2006 8:51 AM
- not-so-normal mom commented:
Congrats to both of you for finding such a good match. Happy Bday to TGYM!
- » 6/21/2006 10:42 AM
- Misty commented:
HAPPY Birthday TGYM..and is that his photo and how old IS he there?
Quite youthful looking i must say..(i say..still living on my two week old Chinese food lady "You not 25??" comment).
Very cute post--loved it!
- » 6/21/2006 7:10 PM
- Amy commented:
TGYM rocks, cat, plain and simple.
Happy belated birthday to him.
- » 6/22/2006 2:12 PM
- Annejelynn commented:
very very sweet birthday tribute... love the part about cuddling kitties in the corner! Any man that can show affection to a cat, he's a keeper!
- » 6/23/2006 11:04 AM
- kalki commented:
Happy Birthday, TGYM!! You rock around the clock.
- » 6/24/2006 8:27 AM