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Snap from my pre-birthday dinner, last week.
SEE THOSE SEQUINS?!
Well, when it rains it pours, and when it does, life is hard. Here’s a rundown of the past few days:
Friday – Eric was off work so we had a nice day out, and I have a surprise for you guys soon!
Saturday – Three big things: Eric’s childhood friend got married, we picked up Baby Boy for Easter, AND it was our first year anniversary. We finally got to celebrate together around 10pm, with some nachos and alcohol on the river.
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Baby Boy opening early Easter eggs at the wedding
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Our anniversary shot, with Todd being a weirdo..
Sunday – Easter. Made Easter baskets for the kids, hid eggs, ate candy, spent the morning at Eric’s mom’s. Had lunch at my mom’s, stuffed my face, then had to return Baby Boy. Eric felt awful the entire day… we barely made it home.
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My ma got crafty and made an Easter cake
Monday – Eric woke up sick as hell. Threw up for a good 12 hours straight, with no rest for either of us, until 8pm when I convinced him to go to the doctor. Shot to the ass. Then I came home to this…
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What a way to end the day…. asshole.
Tuesday – MY BIRTHDAY! Except I did absolutely nothing besides disinfect our entire house, because thankfully, Eric was feeling better. Around 9pm, he convinced me to let him take me out to dinner, and eat the BEST pizza I’ve ever put in my mouth.
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Brick oven pizza, vodka cream sauce, roasted red peppers, mushrooms, spinach.
The actual BEST pizza I’ve ever had. More please.
Today, Wednesday – 7am: Woke up. 7:30am: left the house to take Eric to work and have a day out with my best friend, until the evening, when I could finally celebrate my birthday. 8am: Eric’s throwing up out the car window. We headed back home. 8:30am: I drug his ass to the hospital and there we sat until almost 1pm. There were IVs, morphine, and finally some sleep for him. Can someone explain to me why men are the BIGGEST babies ever, when they’re sick? Fianlly, we came home and both fell asleep (me on the couch). And when I woke up, I started disinfecting… again. No picture for today because all I want to do is bang my head against a wall until I can sleep. And maybe have a glass of rum.
Moral of the story? Eric’s body is against my birthday… and my love for cupcakes. Here’s hoping tomorrow is a better day and he FINALLY gets over this bug. I just want my man to feel good. Please send good vibes our way.
And feel free to send me a birthday cupcake and/or a song.
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