Birthday fun

So, another one has come and gone. But before I get back to reality (work, gym), time for my usual recap.

Last Saturday, John took me to dinner at one of our favorite restaurants, where I happily enjoyed a big plate of pasta. And yes, I did get 58 (one to grow on) swats. He started with that damn hairbrush I hate so much, but then switched to his hand for a while, which I love. The final eight, however, were back to the brush -- @#$%&!

Monday morning (the actual birthdate) started out beautifully. I got a surprise delivery of flowers from John, and that delicious birthday toon from Wolfie (see here). I went to the gym to work out and then came home to get ready for my birthday dinner and spanking from Steve. But then he called... he couldn't make it. Work issues, unavoidable and understandable. It still sucked, though. 

The day was cheered somewhat by all the lovely messages I got on FetLife and Facebook from various friends, which kept me smiling throughout the afternoon. Then John called that evening. He felt so bad for me because my birthday plans had been cancelled, he got kind of angry on my behalf, and was very critical of Steve, which didn't help at all. I ended up bawling and he ended up apologizing, but after that, I was ready to say "fuck birthdays," end the day and be done with it.

However, it all turned around the next day (yesterday).

First, Steve showed up at noon with flowers, a cake, and presents. He insisted on giving me a massage, seeing how tense I was, and after a thorough going-over on my back, arms, legs and feet, I felt much more relaxed. I was feeling so blah, I didn't think I'd be up for any sort of play, but then I slowly came around, and he gave me a nice spanking (in my birthday suit, Secret Spanko!). 

The cake was gorgeous -- I didn't want to have a slice just then because I was going out for dinner in a couple of hours, so Steve cut a ginormous piece out of it and I had a couple of bites of that. Oh, and ate those two strawberries. :-)

After he left, I got ready to go meet Alex and SpankCake for dinner. I had chosen my favorite little coffeehouse; we met there at 6:00, found a nice big table in the corner of the patio, and ordered light dinners so we could have room for cake! German chocolate cake, of course, plus a slice of lemon tart, because Alex loves fruit desserts and I wanted everyone to have what they liked.

And they brought me presents, too! Alex gave me a box of Godiva chocolates (if John behaves himself, I may let him have one or two), and a very sweet, perfect card about friends and dessert. SC gave me a scented soap and some yummy smelling body cream, and then... get this... a stuffed Grumpy Cat! (Yes, if I were a stuffed animal, I'd be Grumpy Cat.)

(SC's suggested caption): Me: Smile! Cat: No.

She also made a card for me, with my photo and a Big Bang Theory theme. 

I ADORE MY PALS! ♥ ♥ ♥

We talked and laughed for nearly five hours, and I was too wound up to sleep right away last night, so today I slept in until 11:00. Indulgence time is over. Now, must work. And after all that cake, must go to gym.

I am feeling very much loved and squidgy and mushy right now. :-)