The Hubs had a birthday last month. Okay, more like...eh hem, six weeks ago.
Gah! I know! I'm actually starting to think my blog is turning into my lame-o journaling and scrapbooking attempts. I start off doing so well, then I begin to fall more and more behind until I'm trying to catch up on something that happened years ago.
Do you know I actually have journal entries from my teenage years that go something like this: "Oh my goodness! I have so, so much tell! All these crazy things have happened and it's such a long story so, here we go."
And... that's it. So I'm sitting here all old now thinking, What? What happened! What did I do? Don't leave me hanging teenage self! Was it about a boy? Spill girl! Tell meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
But I guess I'll never know.
I'm still trying to decide if I should finally get around to writing about our family spring break trip from two years ago.
But that just might weird everyone out.
Anyhow, June was a rather busy month so you will still see posts popping up from that month.
But I digress.
Where was I...? Oh yes, Hubby had a birthday.
Okay, So I just had to throw those pictures in there because they were so dang irresistible!
Even though Claira doesn't have anything to do with Hubby's birthday, I let her hijack this post for a bit anyway, just because I couldn't resist that smile.
I'm afraid Hubby's birthday was rather low-key. We went out to dinner, the kids and I took rice krispie treats to his office, and we made ice cream cake.
Oh, and sang "Happy Birthday" of course. "You look like a monkey" style.
The ice cream cake was a hit, as always. Except Claira wasn't too thrilled that she didn't get her own piece since she refused to eat dinner.
So ya, all in all pretty low-key.
Next year I will try to do better.
Maybe by then I will actually be able to think of a gift!
Why are men so dad-gum hard to shop for?
It's just down-right mean to have created them that way.
A desperate housewife.