Mike’s birthday is soon.  For a long complicated reason I won’t go into, I thought it was today.  I know WHEN his birthday is, but I thought that particular date was today’s date.  It’s not.  So it was an accidental surprise party this morning when I sent the boys in to wake him up (‘NICELY, quietly, tiptoeing, do not jump on him, and give him birthday kisses.’)  They came back to inform me that it wasn’t his birthday. He got up and played along anyway.  It’s hard to know what to get a guy like Mike.  He has everything.  I have an idea, though, and I’ll tell you next week if I do it.  When I first met Mike he had been married, divorced and had a two year old.  I remember being disappointed to learn he was only 22.  Maybe it was that my first crush, at age 6, was the grayest grizzliest looking member of the Oak Ridge Boys, but I sorta hoped he’d be older than – well, barely drinking age.  And now he is!  There’s just  something great about gray hair and balding.  Not that Mike is there yet.  He isn’t.  At all.One day, though.  He’s at the gym right now, and I’m sitting on the couch writing about how one day I hope he gets some gray hair.  On what I thought was his birthday.  That is so wrong.