Conversation heard in our house this morning:
Husband: I'm gonna sip Bacardi like it's my birthday. Hey, do we have any Bacardi?
Me: I don't give a f*k; it's not my birthday.
[Much laughter]
The husband's now officially closer to 30 than to 20. We're celebrating at Dollar Hot Dog Night at the ballgame.
He's still as cute as he was at 19. Still fits in the same pants too. Jerk.
Posted by Sarah at August 2, 2006 09:59 AM | TrackBackHappy Birthday, Russ!
Posted by: Angie at August 2, 2006 01:50 PMGo Shorty, it's ya birthday!
Posted by: Vonn at August 2, 2006 10:15 PMHAPPY HAPPY JOY HOY HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY!!!!!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY RUSS!!!!
Posted by: Kelly at August 3, 2006 12:23 AMTell him I said hi and happy birthday! Miss you both...
Posted by: Erin at August 3, 2006 09:33 AMHappy Birthday to the best son-in-law a mother could have!
Love you, Russ!
Nancy