I accomplished quite a bit with my recent spring cleaning episode. Then, I was knitting along in the evenings as per my usual M.O.
July 4th, I took a break to go tubing with The Husband. Once we got back, I was opening some meat to defrost it when I cut the tip of my left middle finger. A little while later, we decided I did not need stiches, so after it stopped bleeding, The Husband put Neosporin and a 3M adhesive strip on it and we called it good. The next day, I went to the doctor to get a Tetanus shot and he bandaged it up like a mummy…

…which was good because him saying it was a little tender was a gross understatement. Mad props to the dr. for doing this; it provided the cushion needed to keep me (and those around me) sane.
The interesting part of my doctor’s visit was him assuming for one hot minute that I’d had a Tetanus shot recently. Evidently, I seem like the kind of person that gets into scrapes enough to be current on my Tetanus. I wonder what made him think that? Was it my confidence in knowing I hadn’t cut myself enough to need stitches? Was it TH’s lovely 3M adhesive strip/Neosporin job? I shall assume it was one of those.

Either way. No knitting for several days.

Ps. There was a permanent note on the doctor’s door telling people “In case of emergency, call 911.” Sound advice for sure.

TH is a little bit high maintenance. But the easy part of being married to him is that he’s predictable and asks for exactly what he wants, so, when he asked for a cake from the local grocery store with extra icing for his birthday, that’s what he got.

I attempted to call the grocery store Friday morning, but their phone line was busy…..forever! I had flashbacks of trying to register for college courses and hitting redial for half an hour and eventually gave up.

That evening, I entered the grocery store and patiently waited as two twenty-somethings ordered a purple and gold cake for their grandmother’s “21st” birthday.
When it was my turn, I held out the white cake with buttercream frosting I’d selected and asked if she could just draw a box with icing in the middle and fill the middle in with icing because the birthday boy wanted extra icing. She looked at me as if I had a contagious disease and said, “you want me to just add icing? I don’t know if I can do that. We normally just write the name on them. I might have to charge you extra.” I said that was fine and she took the cake and went off to ask.
At this point, another lady walked up and asked if I’d been helped. I said, “Yes, but she had to go ask a question because my request was out of the norm.” Then we had a lovely chat about how her daughter was having a birthday and she was picking up the cakes but the party was delayed because the birthday girl had broken her arm in a high school softball game. Oh my!

The baker came back with my cake and there was a blank box in the middle of the extra icing. Um, what to do with a blank box….hmmm. I really kind of want his name on it now, errrr, there just might be a reason TH and I are together, cause I’m not what you’d call low maintenance…but I really want to fill in the blank space. Since, I’d already had one turn at the baker and was in no hurry, I took the cake and stepped aside while Broken Arm Birthday Girls’s mom picked up her cake and cookie cake. We joked about how surely cake would make the Birthday girl feel better and off she went.

I said to the baker, “I’m really sorry, but do you mind writing his name on the cake in this blank box?” and she said, “just his name??” like she really expected me to respond, “You know what you’re right, can you please write, ‘Honey, you are the greatest huband in the whole world and I hope you have a wonderful birthday, Love, Pookie'” But, instead I responded, “yes, please, just his name.” She wrote his name and handed me the cake. I asked her name and she told me it was Kay and I said, “Thank you so much, Kay.” And at this point, she finally cracked a smile and said “You’re welcome.” I might be high maintenence, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be nice about it.


The important thing is not how a cake looks, but how much icing it has!

TH decided he wanted to spend his birthday building me a garden box and helping me plant herbs and veggies….and installing some track lighting in the house and THAT ladies and gentlemen is why I am willing to make an arse of myself at the bakery!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TH! You’re the best! :)