Tomorrow my hubby turns 35. Why does 35 sound so much closer to 40 than 34 does? I've been teasing him relentlessly because it's fun and aging doesn't bother him. I think he's starting a mid-life crisis involving climbing really big mountains and buying crampons. Oh well, at least it's not a fast car or a leggy blond.
The cookies are made ("35" and assorted pirate shapes -- I was swayed by the cool treasure chest-shaped tin they came in at Michael's for 75% off), the gift has been purchased. I've dutifully instructed all who ask what he wants for his birthday to direct them to REI gift certificates. I've decided that, instead of recycling all the AARP mail that comes to me because of my name, I will save them and give them to J.
All is in readiness. Tomorrow I will wake up next to "a crotchety old man!"
2 comments:
Wish the crotchety old man with crampons a happy birthday for us, would ya?!
I think that when my dad turned 53 this year all he wanted were a new set of crampons and more REI certificates. I don't think it ever changes! Wish him a happy birthday for us!!
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