Hendo’s Corner: Worst Birthday Ever
I just gave my daughter the worst birthday ever.
At least I had the barbecue covered. Oops, no wait, I screwed that up, too.
I just went to the BIG BOX store this week and stocked up on food for the next couple of weeks. I bought stuff for the Sunday barbecue.
A big huge bag of hot dog buns included.
I get all the hot dogs ready. Cooked and ready to go.
Chips are the side, super-easy birthday lunch is ready to be served ... until ...
And then ... my younger daughters decided to projectile vomit all morning, so no trip to the pool. No hiking in the heat or road trip to the mountains. I couldn't even surprise her with one last birthday at Chuck E. Cheese (which was the plan).
Pretty much the worst birthday ever.
Neither of the gifts her mother or I ordered arrived this week in the mail.
Yep, I am a super dad.
Anyone have any idea how I make this up to a 15-year-old?