Yesterday was my birthday (Why, thank you. Yes, it was very nice...despite me working. Read on...you'll see why) and I had planned to take the day off, as I normally do (because working on your birthday is simply INHUMANE! It should definitely be a "free" day, don't you think? Listen up HR people...it is INHUMANE to make people work on their birthdays...food for thought). But I ended up going to work because of the whole "work thing." Not because anyone insisted that I "needed" to be there. No, it was more because, HOLY HELL, work has become INSANE!!! I thought the waiting for all this was bad?! No. That was easy-peasy compared to what I'm dealing with now.
Being that three out of the four attorneys I am now dealing with were out this week, I grabbed at the chance to get a major portion of a HUGE project out of the way - even though it meant I had to work on my birthday.
But that did not stop me from skipping out of work a few minutes early yesterday...a whole four minutes early! Yessiree Bob, I sure did leave FOUR minutes early! (I'm sure HR is now docking my pay for those whole four minutes).
After I checked out and headed home (in what was an amazingly easy commute home - although, compared to my Houston commutes, ALL my commutes now are easy -but not as easy as this one. Obviously, I need to duck out early more often!), I pulled up to my driveway and noticed that The Husband was home - which was odd. I hit the remote for the garage door and navigated my way into the garage. Whereupon, I hit the remote to close the garage.
As I was exiting the car, the garage door magically begin to go back up. I was confused. I thought maybe that Man-Child was returning early from his internship because, surely, The Husband was already in the house. But no.
Apparently, The Husband had raced home, in an effort to beat me, so that he could stage a "grand entrance" for me on my birthday. Apparently, I was supposed to walk in the door and be greeted with balloons and flowers and my gift.
All of which I ruined...by skipping out of work FOUR MINUTES early.
Oh my God, I love that man. Even though I keep ruining his surprises, he keeps trying. Could you ask for anything more? I think not.