Yesterday R turned 29. Fuh-uh-inaly. I forget that he’s younger than me, so when his birthday does come around, it’s a slap in the face that he’s not turning what I will be soon turning.

So I woke him up with his favorite cookie filled platter. Oreos.

“All of this for me?”

We normally don’t exchange gifts for holidays and such, but lately we have been giving each other birthday gifts and laughing at how badly we are at gift giving.

First up, a wooden ladle for when he cooks stew and chili. He mentions it every time he makes those meals.

So he was pretty excited.

No really. He was.

He was, darnit.

And then, straight out of Sky Mall magazine, the Posture Pro for R’s slumping shoulders.

At least he thinks they are.

And like true soulmates, he looked at the exact ad in the magazine but never took the next steps to purchase it.

No, only this idiot did.

Oh well, I got a good laugh out of it, so it was worth it. And he did take it to work this morning, so there.

Happy Birthday R!