It's my birthday in 3 weeks.
OH and I will go out for a meal. I love trying out new restaurants but we can't afford to do that very often so I love an excuse to pick somewhere special and look at the menus online etc.
I share my birthday with a friend and we usually do something on the weekend before or after our birthday. But this year it's on a Saturday so we're all going to go out together.
When I mentioned to OH that I would pick somewhere this week so we can book, he said that he and friend's DH have got it sorted and it's a surprise.
I told him I don't want a surprise but he doesn't really get it and I think he's quite proud of himself for arranging things.
I know I am an ungrateful bitch but I'm disappointed and feel like stamping my feet.
I know that friend and her DH like chain restaurants like Strada and Prezzo and my OH would just have agreed with wherever her DH has suggested.
It's a waste of a chance to do something I look forward to for ages.
And it's not as though I can just enjoy it and go out another night to a nice place with OH - this will be us spent up for nights out til the new year.
I need to grow the fuck up, don't I? It's not like this is my fekking 18th birthday - it's my 38th 
And now I can't stop googling all the lovely restaurants that have opened locally in the last year 