


My wonderful (and still youthful) husband turned 40 last week. On his actual birthday which was Tuesday we had a cake before the boys went to bed so we could sing Happy Birthday (more for Lochie's sake) and then we headed of to have dinner at one of our favourite restaurants while my Mum babysat the kids. I have another story about our dinner which I will explain later but back to the Birthday Boy. Jason decided some time ago that instead of just having a party for his 40th he wanted to do something different and memorable to mark the occasion so he decided that he wanted to do Tandem Skydiving. So on Sunday we and a few family and friends headed off to Suttons beach at Redcliffe (which is about 15mins north of our place) to watch him jump from 14000ft. It was a beautiful day and Jason was more excited than nervous. The jump went well and we all cheered when he landed safely. We then had a cake for him at the beach and then came back to our place for lunch as it was pretty hot at the beach and there was heaps of people (My Mum and her friend Barbara had arrived a 7.45am to get us a spot as we knew it would get busy during the day - thank you Mum!). We all then sat down at home and watched the DVD of the jump which was awesome. Jason said he had a great day and was glad that he did the jump for his Birthday.
Ok, now the story about our dinner on the Tuesday night. We were sitting in the restaurant (I won't name names) and I felt something run up the top of my leg and between my legs (I was wearing a skirt, I never wear skirts! Note to self - always wear pants) - I just froze as you would do in this kind of situation - well I didn't want to yell and make a scene. I told Jason and then tried to get rid of get rid of what every was there with my hand. Every time I put my hand close I felt tiny barbs sticking into my fingers, this is when I got a bit scared and worried that it might have been a wasp or bee or something similar. Jason gave me a tissue and I tried to remove it with that. After a few attempts I pulled the tissue out and all I could see was a leg. At this point I realised that I had to get up to get up to get rid of the rest of it so I very calmly got up and walked to the ladies toilet. After reassuring myself that nothing was left on me or my skirt I returned to the table and noticed on the way that there was a dead cockroach on the floor a few metres away from our table. I realised that this must have been the culprit and called over the waitress who apologised and said they had trouble with this from time to time as the restaurant was open at one end and so the little bugs just fly on in. We got a free desert and hot chocolate drink thanks to our friend which was very nice but I think I would rather pay for desert next time than go through that again.