My birthday was last week, I may be entering my Carlsberg years but I do still kinda love 'all about me day'.
My family and friends really do go out of their way to make me feel loved and I love them extra for it. I am a lucky gal.
Then there are my in-laws; every year they forget and every year my Hubz reminds them at the last minute so they feel bad and give me a guilt gift. This year was no exception.
On the big day I got a call from the FIL with wishes and the promise of a little something the following weekend.
My Hubz has been ill for about two months. The in-laws have been showing up randomly with soup, bottled water and tea. The day after my birthday some more soup showed up while we were out at work. It was carrot; the Hubz does not enjoy carrot soup so it sat in our fridge until I got around to pitching it on the weekend.
The day of the arranged in-law visit came and went, without an appearance. There were phone calls made with no response.
So shockingly they aren't speaking to us - this is so not unusual.
As near as we can figure the MIL must have come by during the day to see if the soup had been eaten only to find it sitting untouched in the fridge and now is pissed.
Sounds kinda farfetched, but it is probably true.
