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.
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?
