Chris' 39th Birthday

This past weekend I threw a birthday party for Chris; he was turning 39.

Things got off to a rocky start, when Chris' elderly relatives thought they should show up an hour and a half before the party was supposed to start. Fortunately, Chris was at the store, so I got to entertain them all by myself.

You know how dogs can sense tension? Well, from the moment they arrived Miley would not stop barking, and her bark is more of a high pitched beep; so that really didn't help relax anyone. It was cool though, I got an hour and a half seminar on everything that was wrong with my house, i.e. how the backyard is too small (and we really need a huge backyard considering we have 17 lbs, total, of dog, and their legs measure 2 inches in length!), how it "doesn't have enough furniture", and how we paid too much. And just because the last time they bought real estate was in the late 1950's, it doesn't mean they're not experts; nothing whatsoever has changed, in the real estate market I'm sure! The not having "enough furniture" part is great too, because you have to walk sideways through the home of the person who said it. But whatever, I'm sure no one knows what they're doing quite like a 75 year old Greek.

Chris and I have been married now for four years, and for some reason his family thinks that he's starving to death at my hands. Chris is 5'8", and 205 lbs, he's not fat by any means, but he's certainly not starving. So they all pitched in and took the liberty of bringing 10, 18 inch diameter platters of food. Fortunately, it didn't bother them that I had the party professionally catered; they were able to push my food aside.

Anyway, the party was fun, but the next day Chris and I were exhausted, so we decided to take it easy; but, that's when the real excitement began! Chris and I were lounging around Sunday afternoon, when all of a sudden he jolted up from the couch, and started clutching his chest.

Now, Chris has a long history of Hypochondria, like he's not allowed to watch commercials that list the signs of medical aliments because he throws him self into a panic, i.e. "I was dizzy the other day, and today I feel fatigued...I'm probably having a stroke!"

So, he started freaking out, he was like "Something doesn't feel right, I can't feel my left arm!" , and finally "We need to go to the hospital now!"

So, I got up, and went upstairs to get changed. Even though in the back of my mind, I knew nothing was wrong, I knew I'd feel horrible if anything happened. So I hurriedly got dressed and ran downstairs.

When I got downstairs, Chris was still pacing around the kitchen with his "This is not a drill!", and "I want you to feel free to get married again", etc. We got the girls all situated (it's a whole ordeal when we leave them alone), and we got in the car.

As we were pulling out of the driveway, Chris turns to me and says, "Stop the car...well that's funny! I think my arm might have just been asleep, we probably don't need to go to the hospital"..."Probably"?

So I rolled my eyes and went back into the house.

I found out later that one of his idiot friends e-mailed him the signs and symptoms of a heart attack, earlier in the week; that and the combination of his 39th birthday made him a bit overly sensitive. I can't wait until he turns 40!

So now Chris is not allowed to watch medical ailment commercials, read medical e-mail forwards, or chew gum (but that's another blog entirely!).