It's Me, Sara Louise

Oy vey, I’m dehydrated and badly in need of a vacation to recover from The Husband’s birthday weekend, but it was so worth it. His birthday was actually Thursday and it was awesome (and the weekend too), and I’m going to tell you all about it, but in more than one part, because it was that big, like Star Wars (hence the post title).

You know how when it’s my birthday (aka International Day of Awesomness) my mother phones me first thing in the morning to sing Happy Birthday (although this year it was via Skype), and I both love it and cringe at the same time? Well this year The Husband got the birthday treatment for the very first time. She phoned him night time Texas, morning here, just before he left for work. He was really excited. But then I told him that now she’ll do it every year for him and he said, “Every year? Good thing my birthday isn’t everyday.” (He did actually love it… but you just have to experience it to feel the C R I N G E )

And since it was his birthday, and in my house your birthday means you get to choose whatever dinner you want and it will be cooked for you (except this no longer applies to me since The Husband cannot cook at all, so I cook my own birthday dinner, which totally sucks… I wonder if Honey Jr is a good cook…), I was cooking Swedish Meatballs. I guess The Husband’s 1/4 Swedish part was hungry. And then I made an icebox cake because it was way too hot to be turning that oven on.

So we ate outside and Honey Jr came over for some cake and then the moment that I had been waiting for finally happened… presents!
The Husband is a big kid with zero patience and has been asking everyday what I got him, and I know that he was searching the house (and Honey Jr’s too), so I had to be really tricky with the hiding place, and I can’t even tell you guys where it is, because sometimes The Husband does actually read this. Suffice to say, he never did find them and that made me happy. But what made me even happier was wrapping his presents in wrapping paper from a household goods store here called, Casa, like so…

You see, I knew that The Husband would take one look at that green paper and his face would scrunch up as he thought about unwrapping like a cheese plate or something. And he totally did and seeing that face was my little present to myself. Because sometimes I’m a wee meanie.

But I gave him lots of nice summer clothes which he really liked. Mostly because he didn’t have to do the shopping himself. And that was his real present. Which means another present for me is not having to endure the shopping huffing & puffing. So that green package is really the gift that keeps on giving.