Birthday Boy

Sooooooo...Elvis has a birthday tomorrow!!!  Birthdays are a HUGE deal in my house. Actually, any holiday is a huge deal in my house.  I get this from my Mom, she always celebrated everything to the nines.  To the tens, even.  So she has definitely passed this dominant trait on to me.  I have spent the day (to be honest, I've spent the last few months) preparing for the festivities.  Presents are wrapped.  Cake is not baked but bought.  House is decorated.  And. I. Am. So. Egg. Cited!!!!  I can hardly stand it.  I love Elvis's birthday like I love my own.  And not to go all mushy on you, but seriously...I get to celebrate the birth of my soulmate tomorrow.  That is pretty unique and pretty freakin' awesome.  :)

My day...lets see...I got up this morning and went to the gym.  Same ol', same ol'.  Except TODAY.....it raaaaiiiiinnnneeedd (that's rained for you slowpokes...me included)  So how about that, huh?  Rain.  I was ecstatic!  My poor poor plants and flowers are tired of hose water.  They want some ion-infused rain.  And today they got it.  Sorta.  It didn't even register in the rain gauge, but that's okay, we'll take it. 

After the gym, my day just sort of slipped away.  Minute by minute.  I watched some trial coverage today.  I imported this blog to my other email.  I piddled around and didn't do much.  Elvis came home for lunch and we talked and laughed.  There was a distinct moment when he said something as he was hugging me.  I can't even remember what it was, but I remember it brought up my evil green-headed jealousy monster.  I just looked up at the ceiling and thought "Naw...not today".  And that was that.  No fighting.  No huge ordeal.  Just thought in...thought right back out.  That really felt good too.  I hate arguing and especially with Elvis.  It is so emotionally draining when you love someone so much to have tension and fighting.  I hate it.  Anyways...no arguing so Yay!
I spent the afternoon doing laundry and other mundane household chores, and really didn't feel like doing anything or going anywhere.  Sort of in preparation for tomorrow in which I will be running around like a chicken with her head cut off trying to get ready for the Birthday Boy! 

Cheers to birthdays and cheers again for celebrating life and love.  :)