Another birthday come and soon to be gone. It's not a day I choose to loudly celebrate, although it is a good excuse to encourage Michael to do whatever I wish. Of course, that might work more to my advantage if I could actually determine what my wish really is.
We are not romantic when it comes to presents. Last year, I bought myself a DSLR camera, and declared that to be my gift. It's a good way to justify an expensive purchase.
"What do you want for your birthday?" Michael asked last week.
"I want to go for dinner at the Tin Table and swing dancing at the Century Ballroom," I replied, quite truthfully.
"No, what do you want? For a present?"
"Nothing," I was honestly perplexed at this question.
"Isn't there any kitchen thing you want?" Michael persisted. Ah, the"kitchen thing". I like to cook and Michael likes to eat, so what could be more perfect? So goes the rationale, at any rate. Hence I will be getting a new chef's knife and a pasta attachment for the KitchenAid mixer. Michael ordered them online this morning, and couldn't wait to tell me.
"Do you want to know what you're getting for your birthday?"
"Do you want to know?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Michael pulls me into an embrace, looking adorable.
"OK. It seems you really want to tell me. What am I getting?" I relent. There went the mystery, but I have to admit I cracked a smile at the mention of the pasta attachment. After all, homemade pasta is the way to anyone's heart.