Today my best friend in the whole world, my husband John, turns 30! I am so happy because I can rag on him for being old now like he's been doing to me forever. This is the eighth birthday he is having that we are celebrating together and I feel like the time have literally flown by. We decided not to do anything big for each other for our birthdays and Christmas which all fall within a month of each other so I bought him a few little things from the kids and I.
A remote control center since he can never find the remotes, hopefully they will always find their way back into their new home now. Why do men need like 5 freaking remotes anyway? A new pair of sweats since he prefers them to PJ's. A Buddha statue that is jade in color and he is holding pearls of wisdom above his head. John has wanted a Buddha forever. And....he is so going to kill me for this since he is trying to stay away from "junk".......chocolate covered almonds and cashews.
I was hoping he would be walking in the door any minute from work, yes he worked today, he never takes *his day off. But............he got an emergency service call at 4 o'clock. What in the world???? Why do emergencies always happen when he is suppose to be leaving to come home? And why is he the only electrician in the company (other than the other half of the A Team, Carl) who knows jack shit about electrical work. How did these asshats run a company before he got there, do they even own tools? They don't know how to bid jobs, they don't know how to do calculations and end up redoing half their work because they did it in the wrong size wire or whatever, and :::::drum roll::::::: they don't know how to do actual electrical work. All I can compare it to is me opening a valet service and not having a driver's license or even knowing how to drive a stinking car. Here's your sign!!!
OK this was suppose to be a Happy Birthday blog not a complain about dip shits blog, so I will end it all with an endearing John, my Big Rig, I love you more than fuzzy bunnies and I always will. Happy birthday and many many more to the best husband and father in the whole wide world!!! XOXOXO
A remote control center since he can never find the remotes, hopefully they will always find their way back into their new home now. Why do men need like 5 freaking remotes anyway? A new pair of sweats since he prefers them to PJ's. A Buddha statue that is jade in color and he is holding pearls of wisdom above his head. John has wanted a Buddha forever. And....he is so going to kill me for this since he is trying to stay away from "junk".......chocolate covered almonds and cashews.
I was hoping he would be walking in the door any minute from work, yes he worked today, he never takes *his day off. But............he got an emergency service call at 4 o'clock. What in the world???? Why do emergencies always happen when he is suppose to be leaving to come home? And why is he the only electrician in the company (other than the other half of the A Team, Carl) who knows jack shit about electrical work. How did these asshats run a company before he got there, do they even own tools? They don't know how to bid jobs, they don't know how to do calculations and end up redoing half their work because they did it in the wrong size wire or whatever, and :::::drum roll::::::: they don't know how to do actual electrical work. All I can compare it to is me opening a valet service and not having a driver's license or even knowing how to drive a stinking car. Here's your sign!!!
OK this was suppose to be a Happy Birthday blog not a complain about dip shits blog, so I will end it all with an endearing John, my Big Rig, I love you more than fuzzy bunnies and I always will. Happy birthday and many many more to the best husband and father in the whole wide world!!! XOXOXO
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