Day 6: My Birthday (Updated)

Paul forgot my birthday today. Feel free to give him hell.

Granted, it's been a topsy-turvy week or two and we will be celebrating next week with his folks, but still... I half-expected this but was hoping for a little something special today.

I do love him so.

After knowing Paul for six years now (today is also our anniversary), the Man of a Thousand Stories is beginning to develop a selective economy with words. We were at a Starbucks this morning and when the woman behind the counter asked what he would like, he pointed to the bakery case and said:

"Banana chocolate-chip. Classic glazed."

No hello. No please. Very...well, succinct. Think old cowboy and Indian movies. How. Me brave chief. You squaw.

She retrieved my banana coffee cake, looked quizzically at Paul and asked, "Did you mean the old-fashioned? I wasn't sure if you wanted that or the classic coffee."

"Yes," said my husband. "That's the one. I guess I don't know the know what it's called here, what words to use."

"You could try the word donut," I suggested gently.

Update: OK, so Paul did good, with some help from Judi Lynn! We had a great homemade dinner, followed by orange and chocolate birthday cake. With sprinkles! We even had helium balloons. Thanks guys, I loved it. Great recovery.

Check out the cake. I had a "38" for the candles, and it said "Happy Anniversorry". Like I said Paul, you did good.