A Coffee and a Birthday Friday
My birthday is three days after Christmas, and as such I’m in a bona-fide present opening mood thanks to all the practice I’ve had opening presents from the 24th to the 26th. Jeff (my husband) likes to try to cause me to delay my joy by telling me I should open any gifts or cards on:
- The 29th, just to give myself a bit more of a rest.
- A never-determined day in March, as that was when I was actually supposed to have been born.
- The actual time of my birth, which is (if I recall correctly) 5:45 PM.
Needless to say, he didn’t go for my “opening gifts on birthday eve” idea this past year. So as Jeff is celebrating the big 4-0 today, I debated having him see how option ‘c’ actually worked out, but that would have involved calling his mom and (most likely) hearing again the story of his birth, which involved about 36 hours of labour before they “finally brought out the forceps”.
Ah, no thanks. So, sweetie – you’re safe from me ever tossing gift opening option ‘c’ your way. ;-)
In celebration of Jeff’s Big Day, here are four random things you may not know about my husband:
- When he was a kid he would, on occasion, booby-trap his bedroom. This once made his dad very angry, and he tried to catch Jeff (who had sought refuge under his bed) to punish him. But Jeff was a wile-y kid, and would just poke at his dad’s hands before rolling away from his reach.
- My mother-in-law said one time Jeff’s older brother was watching him play with his Star Wars figures, who were involved in various storylines that were being played out on the living room floor. “I wish I had an imagination like Jeff’s,” Keith said when asked what he was doing.
- Speaking of Keith – he used to torment his younger brother like only a sibling can. One day Jeff finally had enough and clocked his brother on the jaw, knocking him on his butt and making him cry. Convinced he was grounded, Jeff stormed up to his bedroom. No grounding came, however, as his parents both agreed it was “about time” Jeff stood up for himself.
- When Jeff gets in a particular mood (aka it involves him teasing or pestering someone), he gets what his mom calls pinwheel eyes. In other words, his eyes get a particular dance-like sparkle to them and you know the mischief is not about to abate any time soon. As you may be able to see in the below picture, this developed early on:
Happy birthday, Jeff! I love you oodles, and want to say thank you for all the laugh lines. You’re the best. :-)