We recently celebrated my husband’s birthday.

And as I posted earlier, among other things….

I gave him a rock.

Because I’m that kind of wife.

We celebrated at a friend’s house, and naturally he was speechless.

 

 

Okay, at first he didn’t know what the hell it was.

But that’s not always a bad thing. And he could honestly say no one had ever given him a rock before… so that should count for something.

 

 

But if you thought that was odd?

Witness the gift our friends gave him.

 

 

At first it was a box filled with the weirdest packing peanuts I’d ever seen.

 

 

Then it was a little box that said..

 

 

And then…

 

 

And…

 

 

Are you noticing the trend?

 

 

This went on forever.

 

 

And while I’m sure it was funnier with the 3 margaritas I’d had, even sober ….you have to applaud the effort.

Finally he reached the end.

 

 

And I thought, oh yeah.

This is going to be good.

I was wrong.

Very, very wrong.

 

 

Huh?

 

 

 

Turns out it was a war nickel which had popped up while my husband was playing poker with the guys a while back. Husband is a coin collector, and had explained what it was to the group.

war nickel

So….

Yeah.

They gave him a nickel.

And I gave him a rock.

Do we know how to make a birthday boy happy or what?