This is how you know you found the one

Tuesday was my birthday. 35, that’s me! It feels a lot like 34, and 33 Β before that, but 32 sounds just plain young now.

The day lacked all fanfare, which is fine for 35. Celebrations were supposed to be held on Monday, only I hadn’t figured out a thing I wanted to do except visit Gorgough’s Doughnuts, because if you’re going to treat yourself, it may as well be a doughnut as big as your head, smothered in strawberries and cream cheese frosting. But instead of celebrations, the long weekend was filled with flu (Claire) and rain (the entire city of Austin).

About this flu business. Claire came down with a fever Friday evening, of course. I have a real “wait and see what happens” attitude towards fevers, especially with no other symptoms. The flu didn’t even cross my mind until Sunday when she still had a consistent fever, save a few periods of what I like to call Medicine High, where the fever was down and she bounced around the house until she once again crashed in a hard, terrible, feverish heap. Then what was once just a fever became OMG ALL THE GERMS! with every little cough and sniffle.

Even if she had been well, it rained all day Monday, so festivities were cancelled. Instead we hung around and watched TV all day. After three days of sickness, I can say that I have found the End of Netflix, and it’s Spooky Buddies.

Β spooky buddies

I am terrible at birthdays, even my own. Christian said, “One of these days, I’m going to throw you another party.” The last one was my 30th. 5 years ago. I haven’t lamented not having a party since.

“Er, why?”

“Because it’s fun!”

“For whom?” I’m not trying to be a bitch. I just don’t like being the center of attention. I’ll attend your party all day long, but being the guest of honor stresses me out.


For dinner we opted for Chuy’s, the local Tex-Mex place, where I learned that dinners out with 3 young kids are overrated, even on your birthday. The bathrooms were nice though. I know because I made the trek three times.

And upon my return from the third trip, the waiter came by with the check and a heaping plate of fresh, hot sopapillas and honey.

“Someone told me that it was your birthday, but they also said you hate being sung to…so here you go!” And I couldn’t help but give Christian a thankful smile across the table. I could have died and gone to Heaven, not just because the sopapillas were melty in my mouthy delicious, but because in this moment I knew he really got me.

Also, the sopapillas. Because DUH.

I made it small so as not to scare you. Do I look any different at 35.1?


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  1. You look like you enjoyed a good meal and the dessert was going to top it all perfectly. Happy Thirty Fifth, Leigh Ann, hope to see many happy returns of the day. Altho not wrinkles and bad eyesight, thanks.

  2. Happy birthday!! I would choose a donut* over fanfare any day.

    *I just spent 5 minutes researching donut vs. doughnut. They are both round tasty food things, FYI.

    1. That is 5 minutes you could have spent eating a doughnut. Or a donut. I only used the fancy spelling because it’s what they have in their name. And you’d better go there when you visit next.

  3. You look like 34.9 at the most πŸ™‚ – also: I will be 42 in a few weeks, how’s that for old?!
    I will let me kids know where the end of Netflix is, they have been searching πŸ™‚

  4. Good thing I plan to visit Chuy’s this weekend or I would be REALLY mad at you right now. πŸ˜‰ Glad you had some for your birthday!!

    Happy Birthday, youngin’ πŸ˜‰

  5. Sopapillas FTW!

    (My birthday is Sunday. There will be cake and candles and singing with friends, because I like cake and candles and singing with friends.)

    1. Well happy early birthday! I’m all about cake, but I didn’t want my husband to buy a whole cake that would end up sitting around the house, eventually making its way to my belly. That’s why I opted for Gourdough’s, but it didn’t happen. But I WILL make it happen soon.

  6. How sweet! Literally and figuratively. What a lovely way to celebrate (except for, as Greta noted, Spooky Buddies).

    Also: 35 is sooooooo young. (Take it from an older and wiser one.) I’d even venture to say that 35 is the new 15. Yeah. You’ve still gotta lotta sopapillas in your future, kid!

  7. You’re just a babe. πŸ˜€
    I love that you had sopapillas for your birthday. I would choose that too, but WITH the song (cause I love having people sing to me). Happy birthday, again! You are fabulous at 35.

  8. This has only been open in my browser window for DAYS. Finally reading, and laughing because Pete was sick two weekends ago, and we watched Snow Buddies and Super Buddies. It’s all about the Buddies here.

    Christian’s a keeper for sure. Happy belated to you!!

  9. My birthday is just before Christmas, so I get the Merry Birthday business and had only ONE party – my entire life!!! I WANT TO BE THE CENTER OF ATTENTION, DOGGONE IT!! FOR ONCE!!!

    I’ll quit complaining now to wish you a very, merry belated birthday! (oops, there I go, I’m not bitter at all….)

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