Today was my husband's 35th birthday, and it was pretty low-key. We always proclaim that, 'this year we're having a party' or something similar, but we never do. It's funny—and I think my as we've gotten older, we want our birthday to be recognized. BUT, we still want to celebrate with each other.
This year, hubs genuinely only wanted a few things.
- An 'Ultimate Feast' from Red Lobster – we did that on Saturday night, and it was rather DISASTEROUS (more later)
- A chocolate cake with the 'whippy' frosting
- A waffle iron.
|behold! The iron!|
Over Christmas, my family went on a skiing/snowboarding trip for a few days at Ski Brule. It was a blast, and every morning at the hotel, we had fresh made Belgian waffles. Two weeks later, Ryan had to travel for a week and a half for work, and again, made Belgian waffles for breakfast. Ever since then, he has been pining for a waffle iron to call his very own. So today, he got it.
He proceeded to make some tasty waffles, including a small one for me (which I forgot to take a picture of). I was halfway through the deliciousness when the phone rang. I got up to go grab the phone, and my pooch who had been eyeballing my waffle – lunch with great interest – decided that my departure CLEARLY meant that she was supposed to take the rest.
|she may look cute and oh so innocent, but don't be fooled! She's a waffle snatcher!|
All in all, waffle lunch was a family affair--due to a little canine filchery.
As for the cake, Ryan told me that he did not care what the cake looked like, as long as it was a chocolate cake with whippy icing. Which meant that I was going to find the most ridiculous cake I could find.
Surprisingly, he just chuckled, and proceeded to immediately slice and serve it up. He did this so quickly, in fact, that I did not have the the chance to take a picture, until after the fact...
|ooh la la!|
Happy birthday, to the best husband I could have ever hoped for! I hope your day was low-key!