Dirty Thirty

Yesterday was my husband’s 30th birthday.

This is great news, if you’re me, and you’ve been listening to jokes about already being 30 for the last eight months. This is horrible news, if you’re me, and you realize you’ll be 31 in four more months.

We celebrated in style at his parents’ house — because we still don’t have electricity, and our house is a lot hotter than we thought possible — and then we spent the night with the puppies. Technically, we moved in — because I’m not leaving until our house has lights.

Oh, what did I get him?

Pencils.

Yeah, that’s right.

See, Mike loves Twin Peaks, and we love Psych — and I just happened to stumble across an Etsy shop selling Twin Peaks and Psych pencil sets. So, I bought them, because they’re hilarious.

Does he use pencils?

I have no idea.

Happy Birthday, Booper! You’re my best friend, and favorite husband, so far. I’m very much looking forward to making the babies with you. I guess that can be your real present — since I only got you pencils. If it’s a boy, I think we should name him Lavender Gooms.

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