I know, not something you hear everyday, but if anyone has earned it, they are my mother-in-law and my father-in-law. Simply put, they rock.
Background info: I have one of those obnoxious birthdays that is perfectly seated in the U.S. holidays so that it is overshadowed and ultimately banished to the back corner of the room behind all of the Christmas wrapping paper, Hannukah socks and New Year's Eve travel plans. Been like that my whole life... until I met my hubby.
Hubby decided that I should have a birthday away from the chaos of December, and so he moved it six months away from all of the extracurricular fuss. We've been celebrating my half-birthday for seven years now, and I'm kinda beginning to like having a birthday again. Who knew these things could actually be 'fun'?
OK, so back to the in-laws: Total buy-in for the halfsies B-day thing. The whole shebang. Bells, whistles, and wrapping paper. So yesterday, hubby let me sleep in to past 9AM. When I finally climbed out of bed, dragging my sore bod down to the living room, there in the middle of the floor is a large golden wrapped box. (Apparently the folks came over early and dropped it off, cuz I know it wasn't there the night before.)
"Can I open it?... It's not my 1/2B until Tuesday..."
"Sure. Mom and Dad brought it over because they're going out of town and wanted you to have it early."
Not being one of those kinds of adults who delicately slides open the taped joints of the shimy paper and unfold each corner of wrapping paper, as if to say, 'gee, I'm really over budget on the rehab, I may need this to re-wrap a gift for Mom on her next birthday, I wonder if she'll notice it's the same paper'.... I dove into the wrapping paper like Mark Spitz into water. (That just doesn't sound the same out loud as it formed in my head, you know?)
Afterward, I called up my in-laws to thank them for the generous gift. My mother-n-law answered the phone:
Me: "Thank you so much... you absolutly rock!"
Mom: "WHAT?! You OPENED it??! It's not your birthday until TUESDAY!"
Me: "B-b-b-but, I thought that. . . . [hubby] said that I could . . . . I I I I ...."
To which, after a moment of strained silence, was met with uproarious laughter on the other end of the phone as my father-in-law off in the kitchen loses it.
They got me.
They also got me just what I wanted.
I tell ya, these kids UNDERSTAND a daughter-in-law. They really do.
Thanks, you two. ;-)