My Plans For Your Birthday

Okay, I admit…I kind of invited this to happen, but it still bums me out.  When the Minnesota Twins baseball schedule for this season came out, CF mentioned they are playing the St. Louis Cardinals, his favorite team.

Of course, the game falls on my birthday.  At the time, I said it was no big deal and it would be fun.  Then the text came from CF telling me he ordered the tickets.  Whoohoo.

Granted, they are great seats and I love Target Field, but it’s my birthday.  This is the one day I want to do what I want, when I want, and where I want.  I’m sure it will be fun and we will go out to dinner beforehand, but it’s not what I planned, it’s what he chose.

If it would’ve been his plan to surprise me with this for my birthday or plan something special at the game to acknowledge it, that would’ve been fine. However, that was not his intention.  There was another game he could have chosen but he didn’t.  Why? Because he didn’t want to take time off from work.

I know he didn’t do it on purpose to be mean and disrespectful, but it still kind of was. In his defense, he is offering to take me out on another day to do what I want to celebrate my birthday.

So maybe I have no right to complain?  Was Marge out of line to be mad when Homer bought her a bowling ball, for her birthday, with his name inscribed on it?