Does this look like the face of a 39-year old to you?
No? Well, that’s because it’s not.
That picture was taken about five years ago and it was only today that my husband turned 39.
Though, as you may know, men never really grow up. With this in mind, I compiled a birthday package for him.
Six Iron Man goody bags.
Each filled with candy, gum, peanuts, plastic army men and a cigar.
Silly presents (wrapped in Iron Man wrapping paper, of course).
And cake and frosting!
(For the jar cakes I semi-followed these instructions.)
A few weeks ago, I emailed the commander and asked whether he’d be willing to receive this package and round up a few of the guys to embarrass T with a surprise birthday party. To my delight, he agreed to be in on the plan.
I also sent T a “regular” birthday package to throw him off the scent.
T called me yesterday and said, “I had a birthday party today.”
Yay! I was so glad that he was able to get together with some friends, have a few laughs and watch a cheesy Chuck Norris movie. (I love the $5 DVD bin at Walmart.) It made it a little easier to be apart on his birthday.
And I am now the bomb-diggity for (successfully) throwing my husband a surprise birthday party from thousands of miles away.
Happy Birthday, baby!