husband turned twenty nine yesterday. ah, yes. the dreaded “29.” one more year til the big 3-0. and you know what? it wasn’t so bad, just as i convinced him. he’s the handsomest 29 year old i’ve ever seen. shoot, he’s the handsomest any-year-old i’ve ever seen.
we spent his birthday pretty low-key. just how he wanted it. got some chipotle for lunch. watched the home run derby. his brother and best friend came over. it was nice. i sang to him and put a candle in a cupcake, even though the cupcake was kind of old so it was not eaten. don’t worry, there were cookies instead. i’m a good wife, promise!