The mister's 31st birthday was yesterday.
We had planned on going kayaking, but with wind gusts of 50 mph and intermittent rain, we decided that was a stupid idea and instead spent the day on a model-airplane-store/bike-shop crawl.
For his birthday I gave the mister a handknit sweater and P90X (his request; I am not dumb enough to get someone the devil's workout if it's not something they expressly requested).
His response to both gifts and the delicious homemade dinner and cake I made was enthusiastic.
His response, however, upon going bed and discovering clean sheets, freshly laundered duvets and comforters, and a tidied bedroom, was a bellowed, "Oh, my God, I love you very much."
It's the simple things, I guess.
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2 comments:
isn't it hopeless I don't think I will ever fully understand my hubbys thought process
Cute! Happy Birthday Mister J!
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