BIRTHDAY BOY


Today was my dear husband’s birthday.  Want to guess how old he is?  I’ll give you a hint: if you add the numbers
in his age together and divide by 3, you get 3. 
So (x+y)/3=3.  Of course, there
are several possible answers to this equation, and you have to consider other
factors to come up with the right one.

He spent most of his birthday working on a Very Important
Project.  It is so very important, in
fact, that he’s been working on it six or seven days a week until all hours for
months now, because there’s an impending Critical Deadline.

The thing about corporate America is, those Very Important
Projects never seem so all-fired important to people who don’t work there.  Nor do the Critical Deadlines appear to be
quite so life-or-death. 

But when you’re (x+y)/3=3 years old, and your employer
demands that you work 60-80 hours per week because the impending Critical
Deadline has put your Very Important Project on the fast track and you are a
Key Player and nobody else can do what you do, and the paycheck from your
employer is what’s putting food on your table and soccer cleats on your kids’
feet, well, you do what you must. 

It is nearly impossible to buy presents for my husband,
because everything that he wants that I would consider getting for him, he
already has.  And things he wants but
doesn’t have tend to be out of consideration, by me anyway, like a 60’s era
Caddy convertible.  Maybe next year,
honey.

So the girls each picked out a loud Hawaiian shirt for him,
because that, along with khaki cargo pants, is all he ever wears. Unless it is
summer, in which case he wears loud Hawaiian shirts and khaki cargo shorts.  We took him to his favorite steak house for
dinner, and we ate too much, and he yakked with the wine steward.  Then we walked around and looked at the boats
for sale on Lake Union. 
We’re not buying one of those, either.

Now the girls are in bed, and he’s playing video games, as
he usually does when he’s not working.  Happy
birthday, Technogeek.  I’ll be up in a
few minutes to deliver your last present.

 

 

 

 

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28 thoughts on “

  1. Congratulations as the Dutch say — one nice thing about living here is that you get congratulated when your SO has a birthday — like you had anything to do with that.  But anyway, I suppose it is fun to be included.
    Your post cracked me up.  Very Important Critical Deadline indeed.

  2. Hmm. 10x + y = z. (x + y)/3 = 3. Would it help if I tell you that (10x + y) / (x + y) = y?I’ll get a 60’s convertible one of these days. A Caddy would be cool, but I saw the sweetest ride a few days ago – a ’67 Plymouth Satellite convertible in Matador Red with black interior.

  3. Hmm. 10x + y = z. (x + y)/3 = 3. Would it help if I tell you that (10x + y) / (x + y) = y?I’ll get a 60’s convertible one of these days. A Caddy would be cool, but I saw the sweetest ride a few days ago – a ’67 Plymouth Satellite convertible in Matador Red with black interior.

  4. Age?  HA!  No such thing…..only birthdays to remind us we’re still in touch with smiles at balloons, surprise gifts, and SWEETS for the sweet!  And, we all get to share a piece of that cake!  So, age?  Since turning the glorious age of 21, no more candles needed on a cake, is my motto.  Hugs, Lisa.

  5. You could always give him the same thing he will not allow his daughters to get from their boyfriends when they start dating. hmm, is that right? I sometimes don’t know what I am saying until after I click submit, and then it is too late to change it. Wish him a HB from me.  

  6. Yes, the corporate world is full of Very Important Projects with Critical Deadlines that sometimes then get shelved after the Critical Deadline. So frustrating… I hope it at least comes to fruition.

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