It's also Mr Wrath's birthday.
And our wedding anniversary.
We are just now back from eating out. Our meal consisted of many dishes all involving bread and/or cheese. The boys were in heaven.
When I was younger I didn't see the point of flowers. Then I got older and older still (and as of today I am FORTY!) and I stopped wanting things for the sake of owning things. This is not to say I'm unmaterialistic or enlightened. Far from it. But I know my own head and my tastes and because of this I'm harder to please. Factor in that I shop sales and frequently indulge my "wants" when good deals come around, the scope of possible presents is even smaller. Plus I don't want the pressure of asking for or receiving a present that is laden with emotional significance or intended to become an heirloom. I don't need that kind of burden. Which is why I now like receiving flowers:
["Can I eat them? Please?," asks Fogo.]
The other part of my present is the black tool cabinet (the green top is a piece of wood that my husband cut down to size and I painted and shellacked). When I went to pick it up at the Sears depot last Friday, I mentioned to the manager (who we've dealt with frequently) it was my birthday present from Mr Wrath. He was mightily impressed. "There are not a lot of women who'd let their husbands shop for them in the hardware department of Sears."
When I explained that Mr. Wrath's present from me is Lodge camp dutch oven, he commented, "You guys are so great."
YES. WE ARE GREAT. It has now been independently confirmed.
Even if our home decor is pretty eclectic. And we tend to fuck around with typical gender roles.