Melissa Goodnight

Jerimiah said thanks for all the birthday wishes on Tuesday, y’all.

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Well okay, he didn’t actually say thank you but that’s only because I didn’t tell him how people told me to tell him to have a nice birthday. Nor did I mention all the people on Facebook who sent him Happy Birthday wishes via his Momma’s FB post because I’m a shitty wife who didn’t even make a post about how much I love my husband on his birthday but let’s be honest I’m a very busy-ish person and it was birthday number 44 it wasn’t like it was 50 or 80 or something.

And we were supposed to be playing pickleball last night so I didn’t make any plans but then we got kicked out of the tournament in the second round by the #1 undefeated team and as far as I’m concerned they can both burn in hellfire damnation. But they did ask to be our pickleball partners going forward, so maybe they aren’t so bad.

But you know what, now that you brought it up I do hope my husband had a great 44th birthday because I love him a super lot. Okay?! And it’s not like I’m equipped to write up some long, sentimental story about how if it weren’t for the love of my husband I’d be in a ditch somewhere. He knows! He knows about the ditches.

And another thing, okay, he did have a good birthday. Okay. I wrote him a little note on a post-it and Jackson gave him a birthday card that said, “It is Your Birthday.” and that was fucking nice.

AND I made him HOMEMADE spaghetti red and we bought him an ice cream cake. All the way from Kroger’s frozen aisle that I made a pick-up order for but they said they were out of it so I sent Jackson inside to look and guess what?! They weren’t out of it.

And THEN I let Jerimiah beat me at several rounds of Sequence while he fielded phone calls and texts from friends and family who wanted him to have a better birthday than he might have been having.

I didn’t appreciate the assumptions.

Anyway, Jerimiah said thanks for the birthday wishes, y’all.

I hope you really enjoy this proof of life from his 44th birthday.

It was a Reese’s Ice Cream Cake.

And it was 20 fucking dollars.