Yesterday was Phenom's birthday.
I decided that Saturday would be the "pre-birthday." I woke Phenom up with waffles for breakfast. I even made coffee . . . since I only drink the stuff when Phenom makes it for me, this was kinda a big deal. I also insisted on gift openage.
Then, I made the molasses spice cookies Phenom loves. I said "they are YOUR cookies, eat as many as you want." Then, when a new pan would come out of the oven, I'd yell "HOT SIGN ON" . . . because when they are warm, like a krispy kreme, they melt in your mouth.
Instead of a legit dinner, we went to the bar where asshats don't try to pick a fight with Phenom on sight and had bar food and margaritas garnished with mini-beers.
Then, on the ACTUAL birthday, there was the annual beating of the arse, cards, TACO NIGHT, and a friend dropped of the most excellent yard chair ever.
Usually, Phenom feels that I'm the one spoiled on the birthday. This year, I think Phenom felt quite the center of attention, and he liked it.