Relative Something

Many of you in the invited audience for Relative Something are family and friends who know my wife. If you know us well enough to be aware that she spells her name with a “y” and “ie” and can solve the puzzle of placing a “dot” between her first name and our last name in an email address @ gmail”dot”com, today would be a great day to work collectively to flood her email inbox with specific birthday greetings, don’t you think? Yep, today is her day.

Even if you have stumbled upon today’s post a little late, I encourage you to send her a birthday greeting anyway, and we’ll extend her celebration extra long. It would be only fitting, since we started it plenty early. I had all sorts of plans to surprise her with the perfect gift, and then on our road trip to the lake for Memorial weekend in her convertible, she suddenly tells me she wants an Original Buff Multifunctional Headwear like the ones I have been wearing. Completely spoiled my surprise. What could I do but let her know it was a done deal? When we got home from the lake, I let her have an early present of the three patterns I bought just for her. That very same day, a couple of television series DVDs I bought for her arrived in the mail and since we were already in the mode of opening presents, I gave in to the moment and let her open that, too.

So, for a week and a half before her actual birthday arrived, we have been enjoying her presents. Tonight we watched episode 3 from season 1 of Burn Notice. We hope to have a dinner event with the kids tonight, and then on Saturday we’ve got big plans with her parents. If you all could join in the fun by sending her a surprise greeting of your own, it will add nicely to all the planned festivities.

You only get old once. A year. Or something like that. Might as well celebrate it in style. Me, I hope to sneak by entirely unnoticed when my actual birthday arrives, since my sister already gave me a present early. I got a nice visor hat, complete with a bushy crown of fake gray hair. Maybe it’s a good thing birthdays only come once a year.

It’s a good thing Cyndie doesn’t read my blog, huh? Hee hee. Send her a message! Just don’t tell her how you knew…