A very unhappy birthday to me?

Yesterday was my birthday............well at least that's what it started out as. I woke up feeling fresh and rejuvenated to start my next chapter of life. My children greeted me with rounds of the happy birthday song, and all was well. My first inkling that my day would go to hell is that my husbands "lonely" friend came over to do some work on our house. Now the time is 11:00am and all is well in the land of mishaps. Around 3:00pm my husband and friend decided to go get me some birthday lunch. All I asked for was a rib plate with potato salad and beans............well lets just say an hour and half later that is not what I received. However my husband tried to surprise me by buying me an installment to my favorite game the Sims 2. Did you not got the tried I implied? He got the wrong game so he and I had to run back to Best Buy and stand in line for 20 minutes to exchange it. Still all is pretty well in the land of mishaps. The time is 5:30 and all my husbands friend has done is manage to staple a cord to the ceiling and put up one of four surveillance cameras. WTF???? You have been here for six and a 1/2 hours!!!!! My children however are happy because grandma and poppa have brought them a pool to play in. They are happy so I am happy. My husband sits in front of the t.v. to play his PlayStation and says "tell me when it is 8:00pm, so I can take you out for your birthday". O.K., I am hungry being is I only ate half of the plate I got for lunch. Everyone is calling me wishing me happy birthday and my day could not get any better............but I guess it could get worse? I go to check our debit card balance and what do I see? A NEGATIVE balance!!!! How the heck are you going to take me out with no money? I have already pulled the perfect dress, the shoes. Husband starts to moan about how he is a crappy husband...........I (the one who should be bitching) have to make light of the situation. I tell him it is o.k.! I get dressed in my dress and heels anyways and then have him dress up also. We go downstairs and grab a beer and watch a movie on the computer. Later we go and get some Taco Cabana and come back and finish the movie. I must have led him to believe that I was fine, because he wanted to watch another damn movie. I refused and said I was sleepy, just wanting this day to go away. I woke up this morning at 4:00am sweating and my stomach hurting. I shrugged it off and went back to bed. Then at 9am my oldest came and told me my beloved Chi dog "buck" was dead on the side of the house. As if my fucking day could be any worse I now have to go downstairs and find my dog laid out. So now I am here mourning his passing while my children play in the pool and my husband is still sleeping. No one knows the hurt I am feeling now.............I really don't even think they care!