He did manage to come home at a reasonable hour, which was impressive considering. His coworkers told him to go home and enjoy his day. Less impressive were all the calls he received that night from work about work. Poor guy.
We skipped the hockey game this past week, which was fine. I just wanted the hubby to have a break and rest, which he did Wednesday night. We watched Game of Thrones and I slow cooked a new recipe. Salisbury steaks in a tasty mushroom sauce over rice. Not too shabby.
On his drive home, he said, "Maybe we could go to Cold Stone later!"
To which I mumbled. Because Mav and I had bought him his favorite DQ cake that morning.
Then, he caught on and said, "Or... Do I have a Dairy Queen cake?"
...
"Congratulations on blowing your surprise, Honey."
Still, I did manage to keep some secrets.
Presents!
And a Mary Lou photobomb!
Also, yes, I am aware that this photo paints a picture of a 90-year-old woman's house. Hello, china in china cabinet. Hello, corner shelf full of very old mixing bowls and vases. This shot makes me feel like I took a picture in 1970. Which is weird. Since I walk through that room with zero shame at least twice a day. I would even go so far as to say I have a modern swagger as I hang out in there proudly.
It helps to have a very handsome husband when one's mind wanders as mine just did. It doesn't matter if I enjoy looking like I have decorated via a Goodwill store. Handsome husband opening presents!
What's cooking, Good Lookin'?
Flyin' high, Pumpkin Pie!
I'll stop now. With that anyway.
Granted, all the soccer themed gifts were dog toys, but still.
Arty helped him open his new sandals.
Which he promptly left on the dining room floor until I picked them up today. A cat was using the sole for scratches. I decided it was time. Let the room get back to 1970.
I then asked the hubby if I could throw away his old, broken-strap sandals. To which he said, "But it would be nice to have a spare."
SAYS THE MAN WHO NEVER HAS BOUGHT SHOES AND WHO HAS OWNED ONE PAIR OF SHOES FOR ESSENTIALLY HIS ENTIRE LIFE.
SAYS THE MAN WHO HAS NO SHOES.
THE MAN I HAVE TRIED TO GET TO ADD TO HIS SHOE COLLECTION (OF ALMOST ZERO SHOES) FOR OVER SEVEN YEARS-
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
*Clearing throat*
I'm cool.
So cool that I bought him this.
For the record, he's Oooooooing here, impressed by my awesomeness.
Not Whaaaaaaaing here, confused by the items before him.
Archer! Both seasons on Blu-ray and the Sterling Archer book as well. Not the most original gifts because I knew he would really like them, but the thought counts. And, you know, the awesomeness.
I should also get some sort of points for not making him things like mixed tapes anymore, right?
I also may or may not have gotten us 2 large lap tv trays. For eating in front of the tv with less... excitement. Back off, Pandora! My Chicken! MY CHICKEN!
Unfortunately, when the trays are empty,
she finds them almost as irresistible as our meals.
The joy of having cats means
for every moment of amusement,
you get to clean everything twice.
I didn't wrap those trays. They didn't fit in my pretty, easily reusable birthday wrapped boxes.
Maybe referencing 1970 is actually giving myself a break, eh? Supper trays. Sigh. At least we haven't started playing bingo or going out for supper at 2 pm. Wait, that last one is totally something we do. Crap.
Well, glad the old man had a birthday, then. We're getting up there. Hey, remember when they didn't have cell phones? Hey! Good times. Here's a quarter kid, buy yourself something nice.
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