Sit-on-Your-Butt-and-Watch-Movies Day and My Broken Internal GPS

Photo: François Rejeté

Today is my birthday. The day started out by Shelly sharing my birthday surprise (totally G rated, I promise). Her surprise revealed just how well she knows me.

Like I said earlier in the week, my birthday is usually characterized mostly as Sit-on-Your-Butt-and-Watch-Movies Day, which is exactly what I want it to be. If I could get Sit-on-Your-Butt-and-Watch-Movies Day onto the national calendar on October 5, I would, and you could all join me. As it is, you'll just have to celebrate it whenever you can.

Anyway, part of her gift to me was the 2nd Season of House, thus providing plenty of DVD fodder for the aforementioned holiday. The rest of her gift was a scheduled 1 hour massage this afternoon, thus rendering the relaxation complete and thorough. That alone would show that she gets me, but she also included mapped directions to the massage therapist's studio.

That's amazingly thoughtful, given that my internal GPS is broken beyond repair. See, I am terrible with directions and getting around. I usually have to go somewhere 3 or 4 times before I can go straight there without either making a mistake or 2 or needing directions.

I've tried numerous ways of trying to fix it and, at this point, I've just accepted it. I print out directions whenever I'm going somewhere or I make sure I'm following someone else. I plan for more time in getting there, etc. Basically, I just cope with it.

She not only gets that, but compensated for it and I don't have to do anything but grab the envelope and go, stress-free. It's great to be married to someone who gets you.