Birthday boy in da house!

"We're gonna party like its yo birthday!"

Actually, we're going to sit around while watching Curious George, eating apple slices and drinking root beer. Welcome to birthdays with kids!

So, my husband turns 30 today. I'm so eager to jump at a little fun and spread the "30 cheer" around the house. My reasoning for this? Glad you asked! See, my wonderful Prince Charming has been making comments on how he can't wait to have a "salt and pepper" look with his hair because he feels that he'll look more "distinguished". Well ladies and gentlemen, that time has come. And he reallly realized how far it's come at his last hair cut which was only a couple of days ago. He came home and was all like "when she was cutting my hair, the cap was covered with grey hairs!". Yes folks, this is the response I was ready for. Not the "Hell YES! I look distinguished now!", but the "F*CK! It's happening!!!!" response.

Being the loving wife that I am, I figured, meh...what the hell? So up went "30" cutout all around the house (25 of them to be exact), along with a few little sayings taped up. Sayings such as "Born in the USA...a long time ago", and "You're now older than 42% o Americans", and of course "You are now 10,958 days old!".

It was all fun and games, until he reminded me that my 39th birthday is less than 2 years away. I think it's safe to say that pay back is going to be a BITCH! At least he'll do it while looking "distinguished"...

Happy Birthday, Babe!!! xoxoxoxo

Well...

Okay, so maybe I don't personally own a Nurf gun. However, my husband got a mini one for a gift recently and I secretly wish it were mine. It could be a safe way of practicing for that fair game that is impossible to win, and for keeping my husband in line.

"Oh, you don't want to pick up your dirty socks?" BAM! Nurf gun to the ass cheek!

"Oh, you don't drank the last of the milk and didn't tell me?" BAM! Nurf gun to the ass cheek!

"Wait! What? You put vinegar all over my french fries when you KNOW how much I hate that shit?" BAM! Nurf gun to the ass cheek! And again, and again!

I could totally get used to the idea of this. Thankfully, my husband is my Prince Charming (most of the time...but that vinegar thing DID really happen) but one slip... and BAM!