Saturday, July 22, 2006
Happy Birthday to Mr. Scissorhands!
Come on out - we know it's you in there!
Alright just another day, play along with us. Mr. Scissorhands almost makes it hard to celebrate his birthday - almost. I will celebrate the opening of an envelope and luckily my kids take after me in that regard. Adrian's much more lowkey about it. What is wrong with him I say? Our birthdays are two weeks apart yet you could drive a Cadillac down the divide of how we each would spend it.
Not to worry, he just doesn't know how much he wants to celebrate it. We'll remind him by waking him in the morning kids in bed, breakfast ready for him - a few streamers strewn about. Then we'll let him lead the way of how he wants to spend his day. We'll just always be around him with a streamer in hand and some confetti in the odd chance that he says "Hey throw one of those here I'm ready to celebrate". Or chances are he'd be happy to have a remote control to himself, watching news and sports. Hey it's his birthday, we're only here to ruin it for him!
You know we're getting older - all of us right? But today at my daughter's Visiting Day at camp (which became a washout due to heavy rains), I remembered why we make a perfect pair. The car was parked in an adjacent parking lot - a little bit of a schlep considering the weather. Adrian began to take his mocassins off as we exited and I of course, said "What are you doing!". His response "I don't want them to get ruined". Me: "You'll step on something, just run - fast!" Then I said "Uh oh, what about my new bag?" Since it was a birthday present from him, he takes an interest. "Put it under your shirt" I say. So we head out the door him with my pocketbook under his shirt running as fast as the wind, me following behind running as fast as I can (which is fast for less than an 1/8 th of a mile, then it is more of a limping trot because I begin to laugh hysterically. Mostly because it dawns on me that it looks as if he has stolen my purse so I begin to yell "Stop! He stole my purse! Help, stop him!" Nobody is around and it is pouring but it just strikes me as rather funny.
In the meantime, he has already reached the car and pulled up to me soaking wet laughing when I recount what I was shouting after him to which he replies "Very funny Gina, get me arrested". Well you must admit it would make a good story. Guess what? I think we make a pretty good story as is.
Happy Birthday Scissors, sure do treat me right!