It was Hubby's 27th birthday yesterday. Yay! Happy birthday Hubby! Today he officially entered his 28th year. Yay! Catching up to me!
More than any other birthday, this one seems to really annoy him. Which of course makes me smile from ear to ear.
When I got home last night he was in a pretty pissy mood, which oddly didn't seem to improve when I pointed out how close to 30 he is; that his mother birthed him nearly 30 years ago; that his whole childhood take place more than 20 years ago; that he is most certainly a GROWN UP now.
Ha! Welcome to Hell, mothafuckah.
I had a real problem with turning 26, and 27 was even worse, and I expect that when I hit 28 in February I will very likely LOSE MY SHIT. You see, there is something friggin miserable about these - gulp - late 20s that makes me want to PUKE.
Hubby and I are on the wrong side of 20, y'all, and I don't like it - proven by the fact that I spent five minutes prancing around last night with Hubby's birthday balloon under my shirt. #babyenvy
But Hubby is a better person than me. By far. He makes the best of it.
He spent his entire birthday playing guitar. The whole day. For nine hours. Non stop. Using the new iPod guitar recording device thingie I bought him.
Now that's how a person should spend a birthday. Doing what you like. All day. Without any interuption or breaks. For showering or eating or brushing your teeth. Because we should all have one goddam day each year that is entirely amazing and entirely guilt-free.
To make matters even better, he went shopping today with his birthday gift cards and came home with a bunch of household stuff for us. Because he basically IS is mother. (His mother who once returned her expensive Chirstmas gift from Pa-in-Law and bought at least a hundred bucks worth of Brita filters instead. Because it made her happy and forget all of us who thought she was nuts.)
This is the email Hubby sent me this afternoon.
I made some
good purchases with my CT gift card that I am proud of. Just a few things to
make our lives or my life easier.
collapsible strainer – love it and you will too
coffee filters that don’t collapse and fuck over my morning coffee
- A digital
hygrometer to tell humidity level so I know if I need to put my guitar in its
case or not
lighter for the bbq/fireplace
scraper – present for me and you J
extension cord for my bedside light/blackberry
- And a block
of white printer paper that we’ve needed for years
It took a
lot not to buy a sweet cooler with wheels haha.
Oh Hubby, I love you. Happy birthday darlin.