Today is my 37th birthday. I’ve been planning my day for weeks, not something that I usually do. My plan went like this: Visit Old Town Yarnery with Jonny and eat at the Mason Dixon Cafe. Our local yarn store recently moved to a new location and I was saving my first visit for my birthday. We’ve never eaten at the Mason Dixon, so I was really looking forward to that too. A few days ago, I added getting an eggnog au lait at our local coffee shop to my plan.
I almost never buy coffee out and have a hard time knowing what to order. I struggle with the sizing. What happened to small, medium, and large? I am not good at pronouncing things correctly either. Last week, out for a little pre-birthday celebration with friends, I ordered an eggnog au lait. (So good!) Thank goodness my friend Eve was with me because otherwise I would have pronounced au lait phonetically, rather than “O-Lay.” I’ve never claimed to be sophisticated, that’s for sure. Anyway, Jonny loves eggnog, so I wanted to go back for more on my birthday.
In my mind, it was just going to be Jonny and I on my little birthday outing, but last minute we decided to bring Job. Everything is more fun with a baby along. It was Job’s naptime when we left. What were we thinking? He was a good sport at the yarn store, but started to melt soon after. The Mason Dixon experience was a bit of a challenge. Next up was the coffee shop, where they were no longer serving eggnog coffee. Sob! I ordered plain coffee O-Lay, like a pro and Jonny got hot chocolate.
At this point it was time to head home, but we stopped in one last shop just to look around. I’m not sure how to describe the store. It was some strange mix of vintage clothing, animal skulls, and leather boots. There was also a hilarious bulldog. He hopped right into one of the employee’s chair and seemed ready to climb up on the table until she picked him up and set him back down. He headed over to one of the animal skull displays and considered picking one up in his mouth, but then thought better of it.
Job fell asleep just before we left the store and then slept all the way home.
The last little part of my birthday plan was to take the kids to see a local house whose Christmas lights flash to the tune of music on their own radio station. I even made homemade ginger cookies the night before for them to eat while we watched the lights. When we arrived, the house was dark. Boo!!!!
I meant to make a custard pie for myself with a gingersnap crust, but decided to save that for tomorrow. That way my birthday drags on into a second day. Hopefully, day two will be better, though today was pretty fun minus the crying, lack of eggnog and flashing lights. It’s best not to have big expectations for birthdays. Truly, I’m thankful for another year, and that is really what birthdays should be all about.
p.s. Job is wearing the scrappy Milo vest that I knit him for Christmas. It was pretty fun to knit up, and if Job could talk, I’m sure he’d tell you that it was almost his favorite gift.