Today is my birthday.
I mention this NOT because I’m expecting you all to respond with a mad rush of “Happy Birthday” comments, but because it gives me an excuse to brag on the husband.
See, last year, he forgot my birthday. Granted, we were in the midst of preparing for our move to Atlanta, and I wasn’t in the same house, same town, nor even the same state as he was, but still… He didn’t call, he didn’t get me a present, not even a stinkin’ card. Grr.
Yes, he suffered for it. Oh, did he suffer.
This year, however, behold what awaited me this morning:
A knitting book I had been coveting AND one of my favorite favorite movies on Blu-Ray! Both accompanied by a sweet card that made me cry. Does he pay attention or what? (Of course, sending him the link to my Amazon wish list a couple of weeks ago may have been instrumental in his attention-paying.)You know what else he’s done today? Took me to brunch (I took the day off work). He’s now in the kitchen preparing a chocolate mousse for dessert before he fixes a special request birthday dinner: ribeye steak, baked potato, asparagus. Photographic evidence of his egg-whipping prowess to the right there. —->
He’s such a good guy. I’ll keep him around a while longer, I think.
And now to plan HIS birthday! Mwahahahahha!