Yeah, we celebrated Salad Eater's birthday today, although it's really tomorrow. She has to work Sundays.
The original plan: a couple hours outside having family fun, buying fruit at the farmer's market, playing tennis, return home so the boy and I could bake her a birthday pie and have a nice spaghetti bolognese for dinner.
The actual day: The day was overcast and chilly, the farmer's market opened next week not this one, Salad had a headache, and the boy wasn't interested in baking.
We did have the pie and the bolognese, though.
Actually, yesterday my wife told me that her head was feeling weird--a spot above her eye that felt "metallic, like chewing aluminum foil." I was a little freaked out and started googling stroke symptoms, but it didn't fit.
This morning, I called the doctor's office twice and forced her to go. We spent the morning at Pike Place Market buying fruit and fancy cheese, then Mango Eater and I waited in the clinic lobby while Salad was diagnosed with a sinus infection. We brought her home and put her on the couch while we picked up her prescription. Then she and the boy watched THE SANTA CLAUSE while I cooked and baked up a storm. I'm still not done with the kitchen.
She liked her flowers and her food (At her request: no presents) and is sleeping soundly. Unfortunately, I have no idea how she's going to work tomorrow, but she's planning to.
Now I have to finish loading the dishwasher and get some sleep myself. I was up before 5 this morning, and I have a full writing goal to meet tomorrow.