Today is a special day… I am no longer legally responsible for the kid. Crap, I guess I can’t call her that anymore.
Yes, my baby girl turns 18 today (which in Canada, means you’re an adult and can now legally drink – which basically takes most of the fun out of it).
In preparation for this momentous occasion, I made a card, bought and wrapped her gift, arranged for dinner out tonight and will be cooking and cleaning for the next two days before the family comes by for another celebration.
I also wanted to surprise Daughter this morning with 18 balloons piled high on her bathroom vanity with birthday greetings written all over the mirror in dry erase markers. But we had no balloons, so I delegated one job to The Hubster.
Me: “Can you pick up 20 balloons?”
The Hubster: “20?”
Me: “Yes. I need 18 to put in her bathroom Thursday morning. Two are extras in case some break.”
The Hubster: “Okay.”
So yesterday, as I was cleaning up at the end of the workday, my phone rings. I notice it’s Hubster’s cell number, so I decide to pick up (and don’t even TRY to tell me you don’t screen work calls two minutes before you leave).
The Hubster: “Hi. I’m at the store.”
The Hubster: “Yeah, I’m standing here in front of the balloons.”
Me: “Um, that’s good too.”
The Hubster: “Okay, but there are different kinds of balloons.”
Me: “Just pick up enough to ensure we have 20. If they come in packs of 10 or 12, get two packs.” Duh.
The Hubster: “Oh. Here are some plain ones; ten per package.”
Me: “Get two of those.” Glances at clock which is now past 3:30. Dammit.
The Hubster: “But there are also packages of 10 with “Happy Birthday” written on them!”
Me: “Okay, get THOSE.”
The Hubster: “They cost more.”
Me: “That’s okay, get the best quality ones.”
The Hubster: “Yeah, good idea. Ohhh! Look! I just found a BIG package! A quarter pound of balloons!”
Me: “I don’t think we can…”
The Hubster: “They come in all different shapes!”
Me: “Just get 20 balloons. I don’t care which ones.” Crap. I could be well on my way home by now.
The Hubster: “Okay. I’ll get a variety.”
Me: “Alrighty then.”
* Sob. *
I love the guy, but I now fully realize why I am the decision-maker in the family. At least for things a tad more important than balloons.
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