Last night Aven took me out for dinner to celebrate my birthday – we went to the Salmon House in West Vancouver . The view and the food were beyond spectacular. We sat in the lounge area which wasn’t too crowded right beside the window overlooking the ocean and all of Vancouver . A live piano player came in at 7:00pm to play and sing and it was all very, very special and amazing.
When we were ordering drinks, I had told Aven I would like a glass of the Gray Monk Pinot Gris. I thought it would be lovely with the halibut dish I was planning on ordering. Aven, in all his wisdom, ordered me a ½ litre. He told the waitress that we wanted the ½ liter and then she started to walk away, thinking that would be for the two of us to share. Aven says “wait, wait….” And I jumped in “yeah, that’s just for me!”
It was lovely wine and a lovely dinner – I had this amazing halibut wrapped in thinly sliced smoked salmon served on a bed of risotto….so so good.
Sadly, I was cursing Aven for ordering that ½ liter of wine that night at 2:00am when my mouth was like sawdust, my head was pounding, my stomach churning, and I couldn’t sleep.
I finally fell asleep and my little boy came in and snuggled in beside me…
When I woke back up, I looked at my alarm clock and it said 8:12am. I cursed, carefully climbed out of bed as not to wake the boy and quickly dressed. I ran downstairs, thankful that Miss H was up.
“Get dressed! Get dressed!” I say, “you’re late for cookie selling!” She was supposed to be with her group selling Girl Guide cookies at 8:00am. Crap!
“Get dressed! Get dressed!” I say, “you’re late for cookie selling!” She was supposed to be with her group selling Girl Guide cookies at 8:00am. Crap!
She of course does not want to go so I bribe her with paska for breakfast that she can eat in the car on the way there. “You know I like extra icing and sprinkles” she reminds me.
We rush out the door and into the car and I’m driving down the alley when I realize I’ve left the paska on the kitchen counter. I turn around and drive back home, race into the kitchen and I notice that the clock on the stove says 7:22am. I look again to make sure I’m not imagining things and then it dawns on me what has happened. We have these ‘smart’ alarm clocks that automatically set when you plug them in. Very amazing in that way, although for some reason, my clock does not know when the Spring Forward actually happens so back in March, I had to manually set my alarm clock an hour ahead. Well, it thought that last night was the actual Spring Forward so it moved ahead another hour. My alarm clock totally April Fools’d me.
Aven has since promised to throw that alarm clock away for me – this isn’t the first time this has happened.
Hopefully that’s it for the pranks on me today.
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