There was only one thing I asked for for my birthday, and she could not comply. When I was 12, my mother made an Angel Food Confetti cake, which I very much enjoyed, because it is light, festive, and quite large. Ever since we got married, when my birthday comes around, I ask W for such a cake. She made one a VERY long time ago - I think it was my first post-marriage birthday. Never again since then. She calls it "boring." I asked for one again this year, and she initially agreed, but then asked me several times if I wouldn't "rather" have a more "traditional" cake - she buys them at the store. Chocolate (which I do like), but much heavier, and not as much fun. I do not ask for specific gifts for my birthday, even though receiving gifts is my secondary LL, because I've learned she just isn't into gift-giving. I know, I really should try to make some suggestions, however at this point, I'm sure she still wouldn't really "get it" - she's not ready yet.
You said something that I keep thinking. You said "what's she going to do...cut me off?". I have always thought that if things don't work in this recovery, that my plan B is to separate, then have a PA. But, you know...maybe plan B should be to ask for all the really kinky stuff that I've always wanted. What would I have to lose except a little respect?
Anywhere is walking distance if you have the time
-Steven Wright
Quote: Hairdog, who's taking off from work early, to go home and bake his wife a birthday cake from scratch.
You are a good husband, hairdog. I hope your wife enjoys her b-day. My hubby's b-day is in 2 days and I have no idea what to do with him. (Well, *I* have an idea but I'm sure he'll be too tired. Or his back will hurt. Or the planets won't be aligned just so...)
hd, I hope your W's birthday went well and the cake rose in the oven. It is my W's birthday on Friday and I have just been shopping. I got carried away and bought rather a lot - mostly silly things like happy birthday streamers and balloons, Cadbury's Cream Eggs, some slippers with ginger cats on them, a CD and a rather nice stripy top. I kept the receipts so she will be able to take them all back. I was going to buy her a black thong but I had my raincoat on and I thought the shop assistant might think I was some kind of purv so I went for the slippers instead. The expedition was not without its mishaps though. In the multi storey carpark I got chatting to a woman about her unusual car. Needless to say, I left her with a smile on her face and a spring in her step. Unfortunately in my enthusiasm for giving her affirmation I completely forgot what floor I was on and where on the floor I had left my car. While walking round the shops I managed to get accosted by a beautiful blonde 20 something with ice blue eyes who tried to sell me a mobile phone or something. For some reason I wasn't concentrating and just as I was about to sign on the dotted line I had to ask her what it was again that I was signing for. Remembering that my W got cross whenever I bought into lengthy expensive contracts due to my vulnerability to the seductive hard sell, I gently declined but complimented her on her lovely blue eyes and expert sales technique. Back in the carpark, I found myself sharing the elevator with a middle aged woman wearing fish net tights (for some reason) who asked me what floor I wanted. I had absolutely no idea so I said "I'll have what your having". She gave me a puzzled look and I motioned toward the fishnets and (don't ask me why) found my mouth saying "I like your style. I bet you're HD". She gave me an even more puzzled look and fixed her gaze on the changing floor numbers. When the lift doors opened she hurried off quickly, looking back every now and then to see if I was following. It must have been my raincot that put her off. Surly it wasn't anything I said? SD
Thanks for the story about the shopping, SD, I want to go there, too.
Here's what happened yesterday:
Understand that I took off work early, bought stuff for dinner, and a dozen roses, then went home and began preparations. I baked a cake from scratch. I parboiled and smoked 2 slabs of baby back ribs. I cleaned the house as best I could, picked up DD(2.5) and almost had time to give her a bath when W came home (early!). We had a very nice dinner...I had bought corn on the cob because DD loves it, and it is free entertainment watching her eat it. We also had artichokes and bread and wine. The cake turned out great, except for the lettering on top. I couldn't quite get it to work, so it looked like "Hery Bdlii". She opened up all the presents and when she got to the not-too-sexy nightgown said that she wasn't sure she was a medium anymore, that she might have to exchange it. Then she got to the box of panties. At first, it was kind of a funny, "oh boy, underwear!" and then she saw the thong. "I'm not going to wear this" "I thought you might say that, but what the heck, I thought I'd give it a try." "I don't want string going up my crack." "Well, it's either that or a wedgie...what's the difference?" "I don't get wedgies." "Let me tell you my thinking. I thought this could help sexually empower you. You could wear it under a business suit and feel...sexual and confident." Pause. She said, calmly, "I've been sexually empowered before. I've worn a leather garter belt and stockings under a business suit." "Not during my tenure," I said. "If I wanted to feel sexually empowered, then I should have been the one to buy this." "But you probably wouldn't have, so look at it as my saving you the time and trouble. I'm not forcing you to wear it. I'm not even asking you to wear it. But it's here if you decided to." Understand that, although she looked mildly annoyed, this wasn't a fight or even an argument.
I started to clean up the kitchen. (another gift). It was about 8:30 and she said, "I'm tired. Do you mind if I go upstairs and lay down?" "Of course not. It's your birthday." So, she went upstairs to bed. I cleaned the kitchen, put DD to bed (She was hopped up on sugar and I heard her chatting to herself until about 10:30 when I finally fell asleep). I stayed up and watched "Average Joe" and then went to bed.
That's it. No "Battle of the Thong." And she even called this morning to chat. I can't say she'll ever wear it, but the world didn't end when I gave it to her.
Hairdog, who secretly wants to wear the thong himself! Just kiddin'. I already tried it on in the store. Does absolutely nothing for my hairy a$$.
You lovingly tried to make her birthday a rousing sucess. I have to give you credit for that. Not once did my wasband ever buy me any lingerie....Your wife is one lucky lady. I just hope she realizes how really lucky she is.
