Yep, all of ‘em. Except for my in-laws; they remembered, despite me only being in their family two years.
But this isn’t a post to bitch about how my family forgets me on this rainy island.
I’m fortunate that my extended family, by this I mean my colleagues, fellow PhDs, understand how sadness leads to isolation which leads to me wanting to stay locked in my flat on my birthday and forced me out to the pub. We had a laugh, including my husband, who told Brits for AN HOUR how they don’t know shit about avocados. … yep.
This ‘morning’ the freezer was ajar. A drawer was unable to close. Why, you ask? Because apparently my imbibed husband decided in his 1 am coconut cream pie stupor to put both our oven mitts IN the freezer. …yep.
Guess who will be defrosting the freezer today?