The Boy turned 9 yesterday - thank you very much for ALL of your happy thoughts - but, my husband's father was scheduled for surgery (he's recovering well, thank goodness) and we spent most of the day in the hospital with my mother-in-law.

So, we made arrangements to have family (including, my FIL) over on Monday.

The kids were home and my brother was off from work.

The Boy got to open his gifts and blow out his birthday candles, albeit, a couple of days early.

All in all, he thought our little pre-birthday-get-together was pretty AWESOME and he got to show off his new hat at school, the next day - since most of his classmates told him to fuhghettabout winning Sunday night's game - GO GIANTS!

But, first we marked him on the "measuring wall" (The Boy knows how to work a harmonica) and sent him to school yesterday morning with a bag full of birthday treats to share with his class (yes, I am that BAD mother) aaaaaand would you believe, we're STILL not done?

"Where ARE we going for dinner, Friday?"

Silence.

"You know, for my birthday?"

CRAP.

"Um...I dunno...uh...what would do you want to eat?"

Look, it's NOT his fault - I mean, I was the one who started the tradition of having the birthday boy (or girls) choose the meal - who knew having children, with birthdays in November, December AND January, would be so, you know, tough!?!?

"I feel like lobster!"

Whuh?

"I want to go to Red Lobster!"

Why - I mean, besides the fact that I was hoping he'd feel a little more like, you know, a Happy Meal - I don't ever remember eating at a Red Lobster, before?!?

"It's where America goes for seafood!"

Just so you know, the previous post, or following statement is NOT a paid announcement.

"Seriously, I saw their commercial and the food looks really good, I hope they have cake!"

Seriously - these kids' birthdays are lasting way longer than...well...the actual labor, really - I'm all birthday-ed-out, man!

"Only six more months 'til my birf-day!"

[blank stare]

"And I'm having a sleep-over."

[click-whoosh-click]

"Wiiiiight!?!?"

Whyyyyyyyyy, NOT!?!?

[shrugs]

I mean, it seems my son's appetite is going to cost us a small fortune and our NEW dryer IS busted - yes, I managed to break yet another appliance, AGAIN! - it should give me plenty of time to, you know, save up enough money for nail polish, hair thingies, shiny pink lip gloss and a new light saber (seriously, she's got her list all ready) not to mention, finish the STUPID laundry!

Uh-oh, Sears guy is done - yeah, I blog during service calls and even Twittered a little, too - he says my dryer needs a new brain.

Shut up!

Aaaaand, it's gonna take about 2 weeks.

SHUT UP!

Just so you know, you couldn't pay me enough to even think about buying another Kenmore at the moment.

I wonder what they're serving in the vending machines at the laundromat, these days?

Stupid Sears!

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