Saturday was Jeff’s birthday-he’s finally 30! OK, I say finally because as some of you know, I’m a dirty cougar who’s a few years older than my husband. To be fair, I joke that he’s an old man at heart, but the fact remains. Now we’re finally in the same decade of life. Poor guy seems to have gotten the worst gift you can get for your birthday-a head cold. But lets back up to his actual birthday and the shenanigans that went on.
Saturday Jeff and a few buddies went to the shooting range to do some damage. He didn’t know I’d arranged this trip to get him out of the house so I could cook for the night’s surprise party-sucker! Just kidding. They had a great time-here’s one of their awesome targets:
I got all the taco fixings put together and delivered to the party house and collapsed into a hot bath to clean up for the party. I told Jeff we were going to his favorite Mexican restaurant and that our friends were coming along. When we got to their house, though, this is what happened:
Yup. He was totally surprised. He told me later he had some suspicions something was going on, but when he got home from the shooting range and there weren’t 20 people in the house waiting for him, he just figured he was wrong and we were really going out for dinner. We ate, we drank, and everyone had a good time. Surprise party WIN! Now I just have to fear what happens in 4 years when I have a major birthday of my own….