It's my birthday today, and I AM HAPPY TO BE ALIVE. Yes, I am.
So, anyway, yesterday on our walk Ken and I had the following conversation.
ME: Aren't you so glad I'm not one of those high maintenance women that expects a big to-do for my birthday?
ME: Like, I don't expect expensive gifts or celebrations or anything like that.
KEN: I know. It's true.
ME: I'm just not high maintenance. I'm happy with anything.
KEN: Should we get you a cake?
ME: See? I don't even care if I have a cake!
KEN: Why don't I make you a cake?
ME: NO! I DON'T WANT YOU TO MAKE ME A CAKE!
ME: Because you wouldn't do it right.
(Love you, Ken. And I appreciated the thought.)