This guy is having a birthday today:
|You may not be able to see him in the above photo, but he's there.|
His ability to blend into his surroundings is something I love about him...
GOSH! It's like he doesn't even have legs in that picture!
My husband likes boring things. Does anyone else feel that way? I mean, about the people in your life, not my husband (per say...). When he told me what he wanted for his birthday, I just stared at him. Wool toe socks? Really? No, I mean, REALLY? Yep. BO-RING. He wanted a heart rate monitor watch, a wool base layer, and these:
|That's his birthday watch there in the background.|
What can I say? He gets what he wants.
I took him grocery shopping with me (which usually results in him being bored and ramming me with the grocery cart, but thankfully not this time), and struck up a conversation regarding what he wanted for his birthday dinner. He informed me that he was actually scheduled for some hospital clinical hours on his birthday, and so there would be no birthday dinner. Hmm... He then picked up these babies, with longing in his eye, and talked about how delicious they would be. So we got them, as half of his special birthday treat. When he eats them, his breath smells like formaldehyde. The part where I don't make him eat them outside and brush his teeth immediately afterwards is the other half.
We did have a little birthday cake last night at the fire department, after sitting down to dinner for the third time. It went sort of like this:
Me: Dinner's going to be done in 5 minutes
Dispatch: BEEP BEEP BEEP! Station ##, please respond to....
---- gone, 30 minutes pass, call gets cancelled, they come back ----
Me: Hey, dinner is ready!
*setting the table*
*taking literally one bite*
Dispatch: BEEP BEEP BEEP! Station ##, please respond to...
---- gone, 10 minutes pass, call gets cancelled, they come back ----
Me: Hurry up & eat!
So yeah. It's an interesting thing, eating dinner at a working fire station. But the dinner was pretty delish, and then we had this lovely little cake:
And finally, my wonderful man is spending his morning exactly as he chose:
Blending in with his surroundings, (most likely) shivering, and trying to listen for every little noise. Again, it's totally not what I would choose for my birthday. I would pick a big 'ole brunch buffet, for starters, not the instant oatmeal that he probably downed on his way out of the fire station this morning. But hey, we're different people - that's what makes this work. That and the fact that while he's gone, I'm going to polish off some of the "leftover" pieces of cake that I have hidden in the fridge...
If you see my guy, wish him a happy birthday! Feel free to give him a "good game" from me, too!