Happy Birthday to My Love

On Monday night I kept waking up mid-thought about a post for Joey’s birthday — told you my brain doesn’t rest!!! — but when I actually woke up the next morning, I realized what had been a brilliant idea in my sleep, actually made no sense.  Don’t you hate that?  So instead, I’ll just be dedicating this post to my better half.

Joey…

You are my favorite person in the whole wide world.

I adore you and I can’t even count the number of times a day that I think about how lucky I am.

Thank you for being there to remind me not to take life so seriously.  For encouraging me to eat ice cream whenever possible.  For never judging me for when I dance to the music that our dishwasher plays when it’s at the end of the cycle.  For dancing with me to the music that our dishwasher plays when it’s at then end of the cycle.  And basically for being the most perfect human being I’ve ever known.

photoHappy Birthday!!!!!!

Will you marry me?  Oh wait… 😛

 

This Weekend I…

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Went out to eat way too many times.

Had one good experience (see above), one underwhelming experience and one purely terrible experience (as in it took AN HOUR AND A HALF to get our food).  The only redeeming factor was that I shared that terrible experience with Jenn.

Booked a florist.  Yaaay!

Drank two cherry flavored beers.  And actually thought they were pretty good.

Watched five episodes of Freak and Geeks.

Bought stainless steel cleaner and reached a new level of homeowner happiness after using it on all of our appliances.

Ran four miles for the first time in a long time.  And didn’t die.

Thought SNL was actually pretty good.

Made more almond milk.

Used up all the almond milk.

Felt excited about baseball season starting (it’s Opening Day!).

Decided the weekend never lasts long enough.