My Birthday

My birthday is approaching. As usual, I am excited. I cannot help but recall that the boys suggested months ago that I should get bananas foster for my birthday. But (alas) they have not reiterated this (very sweet) idea during what I refer to as my "birthday month." At any rate, my birthday falls mid-week. I thought it would be nice to celebrate with the boys, but I do not want to make myself dinner on my birthday. Spencer confirmed that they cannot cook dinner for me unless I want cereal (I did not quibble with him about the definition of "cook"). We will likely go out for dinner or I will bring home some take out. I have not yet determined which restaurant is appropriate for this very special birthday. Spencer happened across some old invitations which I was putting into recycling. He promptly began filling out an invitation (to nobody in particular) for my birthday. When he got to the location section he paused to consider the options. He began listing possibilities and then eliminating them for one reason or another. One restaurant was not special enough. One is kind of boring because we eat there too much. Another restaurant is good for everyone except me, because I do not really like the food. He is sweet and perceptive, but we still need to select a restaurant.