sometimes birthdays don't rock

So yeah.

My birthday was not the rocking good time one would have hoped for.  This was largely due to the fact that I didn't sleep well the night before and so spent a large portion of the day feeling very grumpy.  Mark and I discovered a whole series of little disagreements throughout the day, which surprisingly didn't improve things for me.  The day brightened considerably when we stopped in on a friend and she fed us a flourless chocolate cake that was stunningly tasty while the girls played happily with her daughter.  If only the kids had followed up that visit with a solid nap.  Sigh.  When dinner time rolled around Mark somehow thought I should be cooking.  He had the audacity to roll his eyes at me when I suggested otherwise, although to his credit, he got right to it. 

Luckily for all of us my dad called and we abandoned Mark's half cooked dinner in favor of a diner downtown with family.  Which was tasty, fun and involved ice cream.  YAY!  After dinner I left Mark to handle bedtime and hit the gym with a friend, which was painful but allowed me to vent and spend time with someone I adore.

So all in all, not the best birthday ever but really not at all tragic. Maybe next year I'll hide out in my room all day with my computer and have a virtual party with you folks.