|This is my "nobody made me a cake" face.|
FarmWife wished me happy birthday a couple of times but she never—and I mean NEVER—baked me a dessert, nor planned a surprise party. There was no carrot cake.
On a loosely related subject, FarmWife overlooked today's numerological significance—she should have gone to 7-11 for 11 bottles of champagne this morning at 11:11 am on 11/11/11, but she didn't. She stayed home and unthinkingly baked muffins instead. Twelve of them.
FarmWife doesn't mean to be cruel. She says "it's for your health," when I ask about the cake, and "you are frightened of surprises," when I ask about the party.
Just because she's right doesn't mean I have to like it.