Saturday was my birthday!!!! 32 wonderful years on this earth. Usually I look forward to my birthday but this year, just couldn’t get into it. Maybe it was the fact that my ex-husband decided to casually mention that my beloved Australian Shepherd Terry is dying of cancer. Now mind you, this dude has known about the cancer for months but when does he decide to tell me, yeah the night before the birthday. Peep the conversation:

Him: (Useless chatter about random stuff)… and I stopped to get food for Terry
Me: Oh how is Terry?
Him: He’s dying. (completely calm like he said he was out taking a dump)
Me: WTF!!!! Ok when were you going to tell me.
Him: Well I’ve known for a while. I’ve been dealing with it. blah blah blah
Me: Damn, how long does he have?
Him: about 6 months
[conversation proceeds for a few more minutes… we start talking about graduation]
Him: You don’t sound too enthusiastic.
Me: DUDE… YOU JUST TOLD ME MY DOG WAS DYING… HELLLLLLLOOOOOOO
Him: Oh
Me: Can I see him?
Him: Well I have this part-time job and I’m never home and blah blah blah

Ok so I can’t believe that he is that evil that he won’t let me see the dog before he dies. I just want to pet him and kiss him goodbye. His fiancee can open the door and bring Terry out for all I care. I don’t care about him or her or anything else… just want to see my doggie.

But I tried to salvage my birthday. Had a nice lunch with my mother and brother then a little shopping with the sweetie. He was feeling bad because he couldn’t cheer me up all the way. We ended up seeing I Thi.nk I Lo.ve My Wi.fe which wasn’t even good enough to get from Netflix. Let’s just say a bit too much unnecessary cussing. I have been known to utter a few choice words but in proper context, not just to get a R rating. So I still wasn’t cheery after that. Dinner was at the Mel.ting Po.t and can you say YUMMM. The food was pretty good but oh me oh my the Bailey’s fondue was out of control! If I would have been at home I might have tried to lick my plate.

But y’all why did the couple at the next table STEAL my birthday balloons and chocolate bar. Coach paid for a balloon bouquet and fondue chocolate to take home. They put it up high between the tables so that it wouldn’t get cooked with dinner. I’m just chillin, enjoying my chocolate covered pound cake bits when I look up and see them passing my table with balloons. And I look up and WTH, my gift is gone. So the waiter chases them down and brings back my balloons! Had the NERVE to say… “Oh, it’s my birthday too” to which the waiter replied… “But your boyfriend didn’t pay for this”. We had a good laugh cuz guess what… they weren’t colored people! And to make things worse, they ate up $100 in food and left 98 cents as a tip with a note that said they were sorry, they didn’t have any more money. TRIFLING!!! Our waiter said he wasn’t supposed to tell us things like that but he couldn’t resist. Those waiters work HARD! Constantly bringing drinks and food and making sure the cooktop isn’t too hot. All that for 98 cents. Talk about needing a butt whipping!

And as if I haven’t got enough going on… My computer died yesterday and I lost one of my diamond earrings this morning. Yeah, Happy MFing birthday to me!