Between me and my husband we have 100 bucks till next friday. Unfortunatly my birthday is Wednesday, and Chris can’t afford to buy me a gift. Also, I have to work on my birthday and Chris goes to school in the evening until 10:00. Then on top of this depressing news, we came home last night from dinner and found my lovebird, Noel, dead on the bottom of his cage. My husband handfed her since she was 3 weeks old!
Why do my birthdays always suck???
I could write volumes on How Birthdays Suck. I’ve had more than my fair share of rotten B-days. Most of my birthdays have been bad.
[/mojo jojo OFF]
Seriously, One of those statements is true. 
Sorry it’s happening to you.
You don’t need money to have a fun birthday. Tell Chris that in leiu of a present, he has to be your slave for a day. Sorry about yer bird though. Losing pets always sucks.
This is just the pre-birthday suck. You have a couple days to right your universe. And don’t tell me it’ll only get worse. Don’t play with fate like that.
Any number of things might happen:
See? Anything can happen. At the bare minimum, you have my sincerest best wishes for a happy, quiet birthday.
Just reading that made me smile. Finding stuff in your winter coat is one of life’s great little pleasures.
[whine] “but I don’t have a winter coat!!! I live in Florida!!!” [/whine]
So finding out you had a winter coat will be a surprise, too.
Time to clean under the cushions on the sofa. Time to take the cans to the recycling place. Take the proceeds and go get a sundae or something very bad for you.
I’m with xizor on the slave for a day thing. Back rubs, baths, foot massages…c’mon, I’d take it in a heartbeat.
No winter coats? Ugh…I’ve got a closet of them.
My husband is always my slave for the day. he has been snce the day I met him. It is kinda sick if you think about it…
I don’t know what I want… Maybe I should buy myself a version of The Sims to make myself feel better.
Sorry TubaGirl, that is kind of the way life is when you are young and married.
My wife and I could not even begin to afford gifts for each other on birthdays and such, so we did not buy them. The first year we were together, I baked her a cake. We had the worst stove, so it was very thick on one side and thin on the other. I iced it hot and the icing melted. But you know what it tasted good and it came from the heart.
You will find in your marriage that the things that come from the heart are much better and more memorable than those you can just buy.
Even today, 8 years later, we still do not buy birthday gifts for each other. We instead buy what we need when we need it and maybe do more for Christmas.
Just enjoy your time with your husband and make it a special day together.
Jeffery
I’m very sorry to hear about your lovebird, tubagirl. And, as others have already said, a lot can happen in a few days. Look on the bright side here. You won’t be alone, he does live in the same house with you, he loves you very much, you’re young, and you live in Florida. It’s all in how you look at it.
For example, look at my last birthday. I was here, hubby was halfway around the world from me, my daughter wasn’t home on my birthday (at a summer camp), and my son wanted to go out with his friends and leave me home alone. I still had a great day, as it turned out. I received a package from hubby with some wonderful gifts on my birthday, I got to talk with him on the phone, my dau. called to wish me a happy birthday, and my in-laws took me out to dinner, and made me a cake. (I wasn’t expecting that from IL’s- long story)
So, look on the bright side! And smile!!
Have a Happy, Happy Birthday!! 
Do you realize many people on this board would give all they own to have what you have? (A loving relationship)
Sothis is how my birthday went. Beware if you are faint of heart:
I woke up at 7am to go to work. Chris woke up and offered to get me breakfast, whereas I demanded JuJUu B’s and Fluff. He was actually going to go out get it!
Work was OK, but the day dragged forever. On the way out of work, my husband put his binder (that contained his project due last night, his brand new $165 calculator, and his take home test for tuesday) on the roof of the car. We left to go to the school. On the way out of the parking lot, he mentioned that had run over something. We didn’t realize until 3 miles away that it was the binder. We turned back, but it wasn’t there when we got back. We are assuming someone picked it up.
He then decided not to go to school. I went to my mom’s house and got a really nice outfit for my b-day from my 'rents. I picked up my younger brother and went out to Fridays for dinner. When we got there at 7:00 there was a 20 minute wait. The hostess was total bitch and rolled her eyes at me many times. We were seated but didn’t have our drink order taken until 10 minutes later. Our dinner took over 45 minutes to emerge from the kitchen. My filet mignon was cremated beyond recognition and the veggies were plastered to the plate. You could tell they had been under the heat lamp. The waiter quickly took it back to the kitchen. The manager then came out with another one 15 minutes later apologizing. he told me that my meal was on the house. Well i wanted the whole meal on the house. My husbands ribs were disgustingly dry and it took forever. The manager actually argued to me about it, then told me he would “discuss my bill with the waiter.” Needless to say it was free.
Then I receive a call from my friend who was supposed to be meeting me later. She said that my electricity at my house was out. And it wasn’t a blackout. I hadn’t paid my bill from last month, so they turned me off! My friends had snuck into my house to decorate a little for when I got home. The two of them met me a Fridays instead.
We then proceeded to go to my parents house after calling the electric company. The electric company said they would have i back on by 1:00 am. The 5 of us hung out in my brother’s garage suite listening to music and hanging out. I decided i needed to get dead drunk. I can’t stand Vodka, so I took a shot of Rum. All of a sudden I felt an upsurge. i ran to the bathroom and puked up my whole entire meal. I could feel and taste the different courses coming up.
By the time Chris and I got home, I had such a stress headache, that he put me to bed with 2 vicoprofens(sp?) I was so tired and so headache ridden that I didn’t get any birthday sex!!!
But the best part was, when the pills started kicking in, Chris rawled into bed with me. We laid in each others arms for an hour or two talking about everything in the world. It was just like old times, when we had tie and energy to do stuff like that. It was so warm and felt so good to be in his arms, with my head on his shoulder. we talked about the house we are buing in Febuary, and how happy we were with one another. It made up for the whole day
at least it ended nicely. Happy birthday again.
Well…I’m madly trying to figure out a way for this to be positive…Okay! I’ve got it. At least it wasn’t boring.
Okay. That wasn’t much, was it? But it all ended so beautifully, didn’t it? And probably just what you needed.
Merry Birthday, sweetie.