Vixdad completely zoned out on my birthday. I spoke to him a couple of times today and he never mentioned it. When we got home there was a package from here from his sister in Canada and a card with a lovely something inside from his parents. He watched me open them, looking very perplexed and then suddenly shouted "It's your birthday!!!" (It was around 7:30 PM by this time.)
"Why yes, it is." I agreed , so we collected the Vixter from her rehearasal and I was taken to dinner at the Outback.
The Vixter arranged to have my dinner arrive with a candle in my sweet potato and to have me serenaded by the waitstaff.