I LOVE birthdays. Growing up, my family would go all out decorating our dining room for birthdays. I mean there was the "Happy Birthday" table cloth, streamers, balloons, confetti, the whole nine yards. So it's a special time to me. I've kinda backed down on the decorations over the years, but I still try to make it meaningful. Hunter and I were born 5 days apart, which I think is cool. We kinda share it, but we try to make it special for each of us. We do, however, share whatever goodies we get, which recently has been cupcakes.
On Hunter's birthday, I went down to the local cupcake place, wanting to get at least 4-6 of our favorite Oreo cupcakes. They are phenomenal. The cupcake place has been generally empty when I go to get cupcakes, but of course on this day, there was a group of 4 people at the counter, another group of 2 waiting, and a young lady and her daughter waiting as well. When I walked in the young lady told me that I could go ahead and get what I wanted because they were all waiting on the red velvet cupcakes to cool and be iced. But I didn't want to jump in front of anyone, so I waited my turn. I guess the cupcake place had been hoppin that day, because there were slim pickins left. There was only 1 Oreo cupcake left (dun dun DUUUN), 1 carrot cake cupcake, 2 peanut butter banana cupcakes, and other ones that we hadn't tried before and other ones that didn't sound too favorable to my taste buds. So the group of 4 got their red velvet cupcakes and left. Then the group of 2 got their red velvet cupcakes and left. Then the young lady and her daughter went up to the counter and began to list the cupcakes that they wanted. As luck would have it, she told the woman behind the counter that she wanted the Oreo cupcake, the carrot cake cupcake, and other random ones. My heart was a little crushed. I felt so bad about not having Hunter's favorite cupcake for his birthday! So the young lady and her daughter got their cupcakes and left. I was the only one left in the store. Full of hope, I asked if perchance they had some more Oreo cupcakes in the back, and she told me no. Hope dashed. She offered to bake more, but I didn't want her to have to bake a whole batch just because I'm a Fatty McFatterson. Plus, it just gave me an excuse to go back the next day and get a whole half dozen of Oreo cupcakes!! Which is precisely what happened. All was well. And Hunter was still a happy guy on his birthday...
...even without Oreo cupcakes.
We went to Hunter's parents' lake house the weekend after our birthdays. We hung out with extended family on the 4th, took a trip to Clemson and shopped around, and the next day we went out on the boat. The weather was fairly rainy the whole time, but we still had a great time!
So you know how everything is exponentially more funny when you're incredibly sleepy? Well, we were playing Spades the night before we left the lake house. I'm not particularly good at Spades because you have to be a little sneaky and sometimes malicious while playing Spades. I was borderline not willing to play because I was so tired. But about halfway through the game I started getting really giddy. Out of nowhere, Hunter flings his arm towards me and says, "JUDY CHOP", from this little gem of a youtube video:
I was silent for a second, then the hilarity of it just hit me, and I giggled for like 2 minutes straight, taking breaks for breathing and that was about it. So of course, he keeps on saying it every few minutes just to get me tickled again. Even thinking about it now makes me chuckle. The weather was very rainy over the weekend and we lost at Spades, but I still call the weekend a success. There was really no point to that story, and you most likely won't think it's as funny as I do. But just like Diemon Dave says, "sometimes it don't always work for a ninjer, but a practice makes a perfect." So good news, it can only go up from here. And don't complain about it, because I might have to perform a "Ninji Whoompin Action".
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