Jenny On the Spot

Alright. I have been so focused on the 20th anniversary of my 16th birthday - which is only 6 months away… that my husbands special day has somehow slipped through the cracks. Kind of.

Soon (next week), we will head to Seattle for a burger and a beer and then a Mariner’s game… the kids brought him a monster-sized bowl of Reese’s cereal this morning, complimented by a cup of Sprite and a green apple. Yum. I arrived home shortly after (I had to get my work-out on!) and brought him biscuits and gravy from the grocery store. Truth be told, the B & G are really good, and I can’t make gravy, plus all that frying sausage-n-such makes me smell like… um… sausage. Not my best fragrance.

So, baby, happy birthday from your tired wife. Thank you for giving me room to not be on the ball. This day is more important to me than I let on. Where would I be without you? Part of the reason I love you so much is you don’t get all “chick” on me and start whining about “Where’s the romance?…. Where’s the excitement?!”

I guess that’s a really good side-effect of being as old (37) as you are… you don’t sweat the small stuff. Romance - pleh. Excitement - psha. A good night’s sleep…. NOW that’s what’s important to an old (37) guy :)

Look, isn’t he cute - all threatenin’ to NOT fix my computer, but actually he’s fixin’ my computer. He’s funny that way. Old guys (37) are funny that way.