So the other day, smack-dab in the middle of the working week, was my birthday. Not only was it mid-week, but it was also my longest working day because I have to stay late for conference calls in the Singapore time zone. When I got off of work, I had NO desire to celebrate my birthday the way "normal" people do. I wanted to do what I wanted to do and that turned out to be eating McDonald's instead of a fancy dinner while watching the Twilight movies. Hubby took it upon himself to entertain Diego while I got my fries and Edward Cullen fix.
They disappeared for awhile, and when they came back they greeted me with a bouquet of sunflowers (cuz everybody knows that sunflowers are the most awesome flower) and a mini carrot cake with a candle. As I laid in the bed, my husband, 16 y/o stepson, and Diego came in singing [well... Diego wasn't singing. We all know he still refuses speak] the Happy Birthday song. They are NOT singers, but they sang it anyway.
They stood side by side, towering above me like soldiers holding a cake while they sang. It was horribly out of tune, off key, it seemed forced so they sang really slow but with a smirk on their faces, they were fumbling over and butchering a few words with their latin accents, and halfway through it my 16 y/o stepson would heave and laugh out of embarrassment I think.
It was so awkward, and seemed to last forever. I laughed so uninhibitedly at the spectacle I was witnessing. My mood was highly contagious for Diego as he looked up and his father and brother and began laughing, pointing, and screaming at them during the "serenade", which made me laugh even more. I wish I had recorded on my camera for you to understand how badly the song was butchered.
It was exactly like the video below. EXACTLY. Well, except they're not Mexican, nor mice, nor was this the right song, but I think you know what I mean. But it was the highlight of my birthday...