So my birthday just passed. ugh, I dread anything that has to do with my husband giving me gifts. He thinks he is so good at picking stuff out for me too. Oh and I hate surprises. So about 2 weeks ago, my husband says he has a surprise for my birthday. He would not budge on telling me. My birthday was on Thursday, he said we were celebrating on Saturday. Saturday morning comes and he tells me that his plans fell through and we would not be attending the hockey game he was trying to get tickets for. Mind you Thursday night, on my actual birthday, I was given the choice of watching the hockey game on tv, or having my husband go to a bar to watch it while I sat home alone. So at this point I was a little irritated that he thought I would like to go to a hockey game for my birthday. I like hockey but I do not want to go see it on my birthday. I never tell him this, I am grateful that he even remembers my birthday, but damn babe, sometimes when I tell you I want a new shower curtain for my birthday, it means I want a new shower curtain. This is not a coded message, you do not need to over think this.