It was the Mr.’s birthday on Sunday and to celebrate, I didn’t nag him all day. Seriously. All day. I think I even cut back on the nagging on Saturday, but I don’t really remember. Here is what I did to try to make his double three fun:
I love finding appropriate cards. Because though we both try hard to look like grown ups, we’re so not. Also, I drew him a little picture to go along with it:
By the way, that is a “unicorn look out” as in sentry, not “unicorn! look out!” as in a warning. Against his wishes for me not to spend any money, I bought him the two Killers CDs and wrapped them very prettily:
Notice the beautiful ribbon!
There was also a very ugly cake:
I tried to mask the deliciousness of the cake as illustrated by this IRC conversation:
.:16·34·27:. «choo» OH NO
.:16·34·33:. «choo» it smells like deliciousness in here!!!
.:16·34·37:. «bazoo» LMAO
.:16·34·42:. «bazoo» that’s an Oh No??
.:16·34·55:. «choo» i’m trying to hide the cake, see
.:16·34·58:. «choo» until tomorrow
.:16·35·02:. «choo» or at least midnight, lol
.:16·35·09:. «bazoo» LOL
.:16·35·17:. «bazoo» burn some popcorn
.:16·35·24:. «bazoo» that smell will cover anything
Though I should have listened to bazoo and her genius idea, I instead sprayed oust in the kitchen. This had no effect, but I did hide the cake in the living room, so he at least didn’t see it until his birthday.