We’re celebrating the Boy’s birthday tonight with pizza and beer and by not watching a sporting event. I know. That last part almost makes it seem like it’s MY birthday.
He’s been home since Saturday night and after we picked my friend Laura up from the airport and dropped her at the Ballpark on Sunday afternoon, the rest of the weekend was one sportastic letdown after another. Well, a letdown for him. I was curled up under a down comforter, snoozing. When the Cowboys broke his heart (again), the Dork Lord suggested we order out for a pizza and hang out on the couch for the evening. Oh, you mean like I’ve been doing for the LAST TEN DAYS? I gave him the People’s Eyebrow and suggested that maybe instead, we could go out for a grown up dinner that we ate off real plates while in the seated position on real dining chairs.
I had a martini and the filet and it was heaven.
We even saw a really for real movie at really for real theater this week! It’s almost as though that whole rancid turkey bacon vomit incident never even happened. Okay, no. That’s not true at all. I’m gonna carry that with me until I die.
Since he’s not a blog reader, I can tell you that I’m headed home via Creme de la Cookie for the most buttery, most amazing chocolate chip cookies ever to give a grown man a sugar headache. I mean, next to his mom’s recipe. I got him a baker’s dozen last year and from the second they were gone, he’s been talking about them with a faraway look in his eye, like they’re the confectionery version of the one who got away. Time to put 364 days of longing to rest. And, sports event or no, when he gets home tonight and sees that telltale striped box, he’ll know whose birthday it is.
Happy Birthday, Dork Lord. Don’t forget to share your cookies with Heather. That’s why a Baker’s Dozen is 13, you know.
That’s… sweet! (Ha ha ha)
I love surprising my new husband. I tried to get him grape nuts today, which sounds pretty lame compared to cookies, but he loves them and can’t go himself tonight to replenish the stash. But the grocery store didn’t have them! No grape nuts?! I was commuting via foot, so yeah, I pretty much gave it up after that.
How lovely. Sounds like things are getting back to normal.
Hoping the doggie is feeling better.
Happy Birthday Dork Lord! Enjoy your evening with your honey.
Happy Bday DL! Mmmmm cookies!
happy birthday to the Dork Lord! I’d rather have cookies than cake anyday!!
Happy Birthday to the Dork Lord. Those are OMG good cookies. Better than any b-day cake. It’s a good thing that place is not on my way home.
P.S. Try the whoopie pie there. A whole new level of sin.
Happy Birthday to the D.L! Hope you guys had a great evening!
That sounds very cute! A wonderful birthday celebration! Hope he enjoyed the cookies, they sound mahvahlous! (Plus I’m PMSing, so they sound extra good! hehe)