I find it awkward to mention or point out my birthday. Yes, I blog about myself on the regular and have been known to take a selfie or twelve. I teeter between ignoring my birthday and just blasting it to the masses. I don’t know which is more weird.
So, I am 33 years old today. That number bothers me a little more than any of the other ages have. I have never been someone who is obsessed with clinging to my youth or worried about getting older…until I started getting older. The age 33 seems so much older to me than 32 did. With 32 it still felt like I am in my early thirties. I was just a twenty something not that long ago. Where as 33 feels like, oh I am in my thirties and I have been here a while.
Tim did nothing to try to put my old lady feelings at ease when he smugly announced to me this morning, “you are almost closer to 40 now than you are 35.” … … …
Speaking of the one with whom I sleep, please direct your gaze below for how he gave me my birthday gift:
In case you missed the proposal story, basically I told him not to spend a fortune on a ring for me and he responded with, “I didn’t. I already have that one ring set in layaway.” … … …
I am not looking a gift horse in the mouth. He remembered my birthday, and made an effort. He is a great husband to me and an awesome father to Harper every single day. His inability to present a gift in normal way can be overlooked..but not before having a good laugh at it.
I love my gift. I have been wanting this t-shirt for forever!
What are some of your funny significant other gift giving stories? Don’t call Tim a d-bag…he was really worried about that when I asked his permission to share his gift giving skills on the blog today.