Batman has been conniving and planning lately, and, while I knew something was up, I chose to leave it alone.... After all, I knew what I had done to him when he turned 30... Maybe he would be nicer. (Please, Jesus!!)
Turns out, he was... Yesterday morning he awoke with "the flu", but braved it out and went to work anyway. An hour or two after he left, he called saying he was throwing up, please would I come get him? He knew full well that I would drop everything and run to his rescue. Less than five minutes after he got in the van, he let his sick façade slip, and mentioned that a steak sub sounded GREAT. Uh huh... The rest of the 26 mile trip home was uneventful, and we pulled into our empty driveway and I walked into our dark house. Then I looked up and saw this:
I walked around the corner into the dining room and saw our friends and his sisters. I felt the pang of the missing brother and sister-in-law and littles and looked up and saw these guys. As soon as I saw that head almost brushing my ceiling, I felt my eyes misting up. First, it had been a little over a year since we've seen them and we love them to pieces, so seeing them is always a pleasure. Second, it was like having a little piece of the missing brother and sister-in-law. No idea why. It just was.
In order to pull this off, Batman had involved the littles and his sisters, and the moment I left the house to go pick him up from work, they all apparently came flying up here to put everything together. Poor things. Rather than getting my normal things done, like the lunch dishes and cleaning the bathroom, I had decided to get ambitious. I tore apart the shampooer and fixed that. I was minutes away from shampooing the carpets when Batman called from work. Good timing.... So the sils and the littles had to put the coffee table back in the living room, hide the shampooer, AND do the dishes. Oops. But they did a great job. It wouldn't have been possible without them.
I love having a nice dinner and enjoying a good glass of wine with it, but I rarely actually go down and buy wine.... Especially not to let it just sit in the rack for when I am ready for it. So, in lieu of more traditional birthday gifts, Batman instructed everyone to bring me a bottle of sweet red wine. Now my rack looks like this:
There were just enough gifts to fill it. No empty spaces, and no bottle left without a home. It was a fun party, and so good to see our friends. Aside from the missing brother and family, there was one friend that was missing, but Batman informed me that one was almost my fault. He told me I never left my phone alone and unattended long enough for him to sneak off with it and find her number. Oops. Sorry, James! :)
Now I am off to contemplate dinner and decide which glass of wine will suit it best.