What Birthday?

So I need your opinion!

Apparently I am overreacting!

Last Thursday was my Birthday, and my husband asks me "Do you want something for your Birthday?" now my immediate response is "ARE YOU CRAZY?!?! Of course I want something!" but I can't say that because I would hope that after 13 years he would know that I want to be spoilt on my birthday without being asked if I want something. So I politely responded with "Well, I would, but don't stress too much about it. I realise you are busy". To which he responds with "Ok, I owe you one!"  Now I walked into my laundry to fold some clothes, all the while thinking about the different ways I can kill him without being busted. But I shook it off, and decided that he is just pulling my leg and I will be woken on Thursday morning with breakfast in bed, a beautiful card and a thoughtful present! Of course if history is anything to go buy, then I was being SUPER optimistic!

So the day has arrived, it is Thursday morning, my Hubby wakes our daughter up (good start), gets her dressed (great effort) tells me he is going to work and is doing to drop our daughter off at my Mother In Laws, and they leave. NO MENTION OF MY BIRTHDAY. Ok, I can deal with this, the surprise will come tonight. 

7pm I drive to my in laws house to have dinner together before coming home. I arrive and get birthday wishes from my in laws, still NOTHING from either my husband or daughter. That's ok, they are saving it for when we get home, it will be more special then. We get home, I pop my daughter in the shower, then send her to her dad while I have my shower! I put my PJ's on and head out to the Lounge room with a big smile on my face, because surely now is when I get my long awaited surprise. I am greeted by my husband watching his favourite TV show, and my daughter has been put to bed.  I say goodnight and go back to my bed. DAY OVER......

....not quite! I march back out to the Lounge Room and tell my husband that I am really disappointed about my very lack luster birthday, to which he tells me, I told him not to worry about it, and it is not fair that I am overreacting about it now. 

My instincts tell me to go to the kitchen, get the cast iron frying pan, walk back over to the couch and smack him one on the head. Obviously the law would suggest this is not the best course of action, but surely if I had a panel of wives on the jury, they would all find my innocent!