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.