Thirsty Thursday: The dip to my chips... Happy birthday
Sarah McCarthy’s Thirsty Thursday column is brought to you each week thanks to Invercargill-based law firm Mee & Henry Law.
Sarah McCarthy’s Thirsty Thursday column is brought to you each week thanks to Invercargill-based law firm Mee & Henry Law
THIRSTY THURSDAY 49
Well it’s almost Good Friday, which is great because it’s my second favourite holiday. My favourite is Matariki, because it’s lovely, is unique to our culture, has stars and, best of all, it annoys the stiffs. But Good Friday is a close second because you can eat buns and listen to Jesus Christ Superstar and drink Baileys out of a chocolate bunny. Although, this year it has been slightly besmirched because I have a freezer full of other people’s hot cross buns because of an unpleasant timing issue crossed with a school fundraiser and garnished liberally with my own crippling incapacity and it is harshing my buzz.
Anyway, I am so, so looking forward to a few days off, which is why I am in a gurning panic now as I try and finish up as much as I can so that I may enjoy the almaniacal magic that is Easter 2025, which will be remembered as the one that you could get 10 days off using only two days of annual leave. Although I don’t get annual leave or anything because I am an evil contractor (ooooooh those pesky consultants, we are the true baddies nya ha haaaa see my multi million-dollar home and the diamonds with which I drip, maybe I’ll go to SPACE for GIRLPOWER) but since everyone in Southland is taking 10 days off if they can we will be on the down-low with mahi, and I can maybe lie quietly in my room or on the couch and maybe do things with my kids instead of being cross mean mummy all the time because girl, I am tired.
Part of the reason for me being so tired, apart from the work and the children and the haus werk and the skirting boards and the gigs and school discos and plays I feel like I’ve been constantly doing since mid-January, is that someone pretty special had a big day this week.
My Mr mr, our Mr mr, really, just celebrated a landmark birthday and by landmark I mean not a “that weird corner” landmark or a “big tree” landmark but a Pyramid landmark or perhaps an iconic ornate water tower landmark. Like, a big one. THE big one. I always imagined that if I were ever married to a 50-year-old they would be a sugar person and I would be young and nubile and living a life of luxury, but hey, here we are.
This top person, really, has been in my life since I was a mere child of 28 maybe? 27? My maths isn’t good. He is the milk in my coffee and the fizz in my dusty morning Coke Zero.
He’s the dip to my chips and the fried to my chicken. He’s the glass for my wine and the pillow for my head. He’s the best dad, best friend and best husband I’ve ever had. Happy Birthday Phil.
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