I'll start this post off with wishing a very special Joyeux Anniversaire to Sébastien! We had a lovely birthday celebration weekend filled with champagne, friends and family, a homemade dinner prepared by me which consisted of pre-made appetizers from the supermarket (my gift was to not cook), and an extra special surprise to him from me, that I'll share with you in a bit.
Per usual, an element of drama managed to creep in. The weekend was absolutely perfect until...
...I found THIS in his drawer.
A homemade red-light district inspired card by another woman who addresses my boyfriend as sir. I guess nothing or no one is 100%..
I'm so disappointed...
Before I let myself jump to conclusions, and start the crisis of Summer 2012, let's just see who it's from...
This is awful....
Quelle Salope! I'm being Soon Yi'd by my cat Charlotte. The sneaky little minx sent this over to him last week to be the first to wish him a happy birthday! I not only gave her happy home, but rescued her from her previous owners that posted in their Craigslist ad that if someone didn't adopt her that day, they would dump her at the Nathan's Hot Dog Parking lot on Old Country Road and drive away.
This is the thanks I get! A boudoir photo of her peeking out from under a little blanket surrounded by farfalle pasta, and signed it Charlotte "Forever", an obvious Serge Gainsbourg reference that she knew Séb would appreciate. I knew something was up when she sat on his suitcase looking at him longingly before he left for Paris last April, or how she sunbathes spread eagle in the window letting the sun reflect off of her rich mink colored highlights whenever he is in my mother's kitchen. I better watch out, she's good, and she's after my man.
Despite the betrayal from my furry femme fetale, Séb's birthday week just got even more festive, if you can believe it. While we were already planning on going to New York this week, I surprised him with a Montauk getaway where it's now 90 degrees, sunny, blue skies and we're staying with the other half of my crazy Italian family where certain members haven't spoken to members from my immediate family since the vendetta of '79. I'm not even joking...
It's about to get interesting in this little beach town...
