Happy Birthday to the Scottish! I win cause I did an awesome job. And you win cause this isn’t a wedding post.

5 Mar

The Scottish turned 28 yesterday which means he’s as old and as awesome as I am. 🙂 I have to flat-out brag that I gave him the best birthday ever complete with surprises all day long!! One month ago I bought a LivingSocial deal for one night at a hotel literally two blocks from where we live in the city. I also arranged for a couple’s massage, and made him his favorite cake, Tres Leches. Yum. I gave him a card, gummy bears, and there was champagne and chocolates waiting for us when we arrived in our room. Plus, the room had a steam shower (more on that to come).

(For those of you who don’t know me very well, I am the worst liar in the entire world. I will confess to anything rather than lie. It’s kind of a problem.)

Flashback to yesterday, where we had plans to Skype with Scottish Mum and Dad in Scotland right before we were going to leave to check-in and the Scottish was enjoying his lazy morning, getting ready, very…very… slowly… This made it hard to pack items like toothbrushes and toothpaste. I ended up packing a bit too early (shocking I know) and had to put back his toothbrush. A few minutes later he’s finishing getting ready and comes out of the bedroom and says, “Where’s my toothpaste?” I just start shaking my head and laughing. My first thought is how the heck do I explain that? What other explanation is there?!?! So I say, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I threw it out, I was in a cleaning frenzy and I threw it out.” The Scottish asks the obvious question of, “Why, why did you throw out a new carton of toothpaste?” At this point I’m blushing and giggling and unable to look him in the eyes. He smiles and says he doesn’t believe me. HA. So then I say, “I lost it. I can’t explain but I just lost it.” I lost toothpaste?!?! Lucky for me the Scottish lets things go and we move on. I still burst out laughing every few minutes at my sheer stupidity and sneak back to the bedroom when I can to finish packing. Eventually he works out why his toothpaste went missing, but because it was a work night his mind didn’t immediately go to HOTEL OVER-NIGHT. Thank goodness!

I’ve packed all of our stuff in my new Victoria’s Secret tote bag that is the most neon bright pink I’ve ever seen. It’s so freakin’ bright I’m almost too embarrassed to carry it! I ask the Scottish if he would be OK carrying this if I couldn’t for some reason, and he shakes his head no, saying he’d really rather not. Then I get to secretly laugh again knowing that on the way home tomorrow, I’m heading straight to work and he’ll have to carry it back to the house to grab the car. We arrive at the hotel and explore, it’s very nice and very relaxing, what with a CD of dolphin and ocean sounds, and the noticeable lack of a TV. There is even a communal kitchen to store my awesome cake.

I can tell the Scottish is slightly disappointed that we aren’t there for massages and that makes it super fun to surprise him two hours later with them. The other big surprise came when I told him he’d be buying his own birthday dinner since I’d maxed out my budget on said massages and hotel room. Man, I’m special.

Finally, I have to tell you all that a steam shower is not quite as relaxing as they lead you to believe! I could only handle putting the steam on for 10 seconds before I couldn’t breath or see or stand. It’s like being assaulted with campfire smoke (minus the smokey smell), and it makes you so hot you wanna die. Good to know for next time, but overall, my impromptu, birthday stay-cation with the Scottish turned out to be one lovely day.

Quote: “And in the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.” Abraham Lincoln

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