The Warlock and I have decided that holidays CAN and SHOULD be postponed--even birthdays.
Monday we decided to head out of town, towards San Antonio for a little birthday celebration for me. And then Nick found out that the ward was in need of a chainsaw; our trip turned into a rapid hunt for chainsaws with the hope that we could get the Warlock back to use the new chainsaw on some road-blocking trees. (There are many.) Finding a chainsaw was a trick and we did make it all the way to San Antonio before finding one...but, not before stopping at a MacDonald's for breakfast. "Excuse me," I remarked, "This is where you're taking me for my birthday breakfast? Let's trade birthdays. It's not my birthday."
Thursday, I rolled over to Nick. "Happy Birthday." I kindly whispered. "It's not my birthday..." he grumbled with a smile.
So there you have it. We're still 30--NOT 31, yet.