Well it was yesterday. The day started off great. Narelle and Justin phoned from Melbourne to say their new baby boy, Tait Owen arrived healthy on my birthday. Woohoo. At least I'll never forget Tait's birthday.
The first half of my day didn't quite go as planned. I had to work from 530am until around 930am. Or so I thought. What I didn't count on was having to stay to do a full inventory count in a shipping container for over 3 hours. It was cold and dark and tedious.
I missed breakfast in bed, because Hubby refused to wake up at 400am to cook breakfast before I went to work. I missed my birthday lunch because I was sitting in a shipping container. But...
Once I finally got home, the day started to improve. Ken and Jane treated me to hot chocolate at our local coffee shop, Stomping Grounds. I haven't seen them for a long time, so it was good to catch up. Hubby was doing his very best to talk them into buying iPads. He should be earning commission from Apple.
Hubby took me out for dinner. I really wanted Mexican, so our plan was to eat at Carlos or Charlies in Port Moody. Imagine our horror, when we pulled up and their was a big closed sign on the door and sheet of black plastic all over the windows.
Thank God for Urban Spoon. They hadn't closed permanently, just moved over the road. Now called Charlie's Cafe. The staff are friendly, service is quick and the food is very tasty. I had tostadas with shredded chicken, Hubby had flautas, and we both had blended lime margaritas. It was so good. Just what I needed.
Instead of a birthday cake, Hubby and I split a serve of deep fried ice-cream. I especially liked the candles that Hubby produced at the last minute. Very clever of him. we've had deep fried ice-cream at other Mexican restaurants, but it never lives up to our memory of Charlie's. So we were a bit concerned that it wouldn't be as good as we remembered. But it was. Way better than a birthday cake.
Thanks to everyone who phoned, sent birthday cards, emailed or posted on Facebook with birthday wishes. I love celebrating birthdays. I don't care how old I get.