This time around, I warned Jeff of my approaching birthday since he's forgotten the last 4 or so years. I thought it'd be mean to not say anything again, tee hee. (Nah, I'm not the kinda wife who gets mad I swear)
But I did tell him, please, PLEASE don't get me anything. It's not 'cause I've gotten myself a whole bunch lately. . .
Anyway, when I said that last week, I could see the wheels were spinning and he was thinking "oh crap" 'cause he has a hard time remembering the date. Did I already miss it? Is it tomorrow? You're good, hon. No worries.
Wanna see my other presents? Do ya, do ya?
-Well, two ya can't see. Amazon GC's. Oh how do I love thee, amazon? So many choices. . .
My parents gave me this.
Which'll go great with Jeff's food storage present:
We are in serious need of food storage. Good call Ma & Pa.
Dena gave me this.
'Mmm. Spicy peach. I loooove homemades. Dang it. Wish I hadn't a scarfed down Sister Craig's bread.
And dang it all I got some totally cute shirts from my bro and sister in law; fact, I'm wearing one right now and I never took a picture of myself. Ah well.
Not to digress, but back to my cake. It went a little something like this:
"Who wants to lick the bowl?"
"Dude. Did you stick your whole head in the bowl? Yeesh. Go look at yourself in the mirror."
"Ooh! Mom I look yummy!"
Sure you do, son.
-Best moment: The bishopric's meeting's dudes singing me Happy Birthday. That was so entertaining.
Oh. I am gonna get myself a few little things, though. My ringback tones are about to expire. Time for new ones. Ideas? Suggestions? Bueller?