So yeah today is my husbands birthday. I refer to him as the Droid around here, and in real life. He is a techno ninja, science geek extraordinare , math matician that speaks in binary, the father of my children and my bud. So for his birthday I flew home. Woo hoo. yeah right? But he wanted this.
There’s a higher probability of the following walking thru our front door to sing him happy birthday.
Which would totally have made him happy also… but I would have had to reload the gun cause, “negative ghost rider the pattern is full”
But this is acceptable.
But see, he didn’t even get that. Does that make me a crappy wife? Does that mean I don’t love him. Does that mean I don’t want an extravagant mothers day and birthday? HECK NO. I am a greedy narcissistic needy attention ho. Bad news for him. He married me. So deal with it.
However I did let him take a 4 1/2 hour nap today. Which has been his birthday request every year. And I got him this.
If it makes a differance it was from the Beau Rivage Casino and he loves a good dill pickle and I just don’t keep them in the house, so I thought that was nice.
Before you go all hating me and stuff. I need you to know, one year he took me here for our Anniversary.
So Happy Birthday Droid. I hope you liked your pickle.
You over did it with the pickles. You know he hates presents. You should have just given him the nap, now he’ll feel all akward and stuff with your emotional pickle display….lol