Morning Monkeys.
Vacation is over and I feel meh about the whole deal. I grew up in a 6 kid family where birthdays were recognized, but no parties, or Chuck E Cheese. You got a cake, you picked a place for dinner, and you got a couple presents. Done.
Apparently the wife grew up different and was expecting SOMETHING for her birthday, but she's not even sure what. She admitted that all the shit she did for my 50 was all her, I had asked for literally nothing. So when her 50th came and she chose not to plan anything, it's now my fault it wasn't a big deal or something. But what was I supposed to do? Pack the bedroom with balloons? Get a stripper? Hire the Rockettes to do a kick line in front of the house? Hire a plane to write shit in the sky?
I got nothing.