Happy Birthday Jodi!

So my beautiful wife told me I had to "bring it" this year for her birthday.

I plan a get together with all her family at Buca de Beppo in Southlake. Then...Jack and Molly are crawling around like little monsters (sweet natured monsters like the furry ones on sesame street - but monsters none the less). Jodi doesn't even get to order anything for herself - everything is served family style, so Jack and Molly need pizza, so there is one, and then Jodi's parents pick the other. We eat hastily and I had told our lovely waitress that it was Jodi's birthday so she comes over to the table with what I think would be a nice piece of cake and instead just brings out some old candelabra and has us sing "happy birthday" - that was it. What a rip.

So off to the cheesecake factory to get some cheesecake to go and eat in southlake town square by the fountain. At the notoriously slow counter there is some soutlake lady just hogging the counter guy. I am ready to go as are probably the three people standing in line behind me, but since the world revolves around her she takes her sweet time picking then changing then repicking then rechanging her order. Then haggles over some coupon. Lady you live in southlake...you can afford three pieces of cheesecake, coupon or no coupon.

During this time Jack has been crying unrelentingly for Gordon from Thomas the Train because he knows that we buy them at Barnes and Noble next door. So it is timeout for Jack. At least uncle Cody and aunt Nicole are here to help entertain.

Finally we get to order and then another 10 minutes goes by waiting for it to be our turn for the little slip of paper to be printed out back behind the counter, the surly southlake teen who is pissed that mommy and daddy actually made him get a job get around to looking at said piece of paper and then putting them in a to go box. What is so hard and time consuming about this? What can't the guy that took our order just get the cakes? The cheesecakes are pre-sliced. They are sitting right there in the counter. It isn't that hard to pull a slice out, place it in a container, flop some whip cream on it. All this customer service for $7 a slice.

Got the cakes so out to the fountain. It just happens to be about 120 degrees outside - good times. So we eat our cake, play a bit in the fountain then gather our sweet children up who scream that they want to go anywhere but home with us. Ah what love.

So I figure we definitely "brought it" - just maybe not in the sense Jodi was expecting.

Jodi, thank you so much for letting me spend your birthday's with you. I hope you have a wonderful day today! I love you very much.