I've written before how my husband doesn't get excited about his birthday.
Or anything, really.
It might be the soldier in him. I don't know.
He reminds me of Kimball Cho from The Mentalist. Cho is ALWAYS serious.
Still, I always try to make his birthday special. I ordered him this awesome cake from a fellow military wife:
No, it's not because he's my lobster like on the Friends episode. I mean, he IS, but I got this cake because we always laugh when the lobster dances on Family Guy.
I think it amused him. He went, "Is that lobster on the cake?" when I showed him.
He wanted to go to Joe's Crab Shack for his birthday dinner. I do not like seafood but he loves it.
No, really, he does love his king crab legs, despite his face.
I was all, "Be silly! Come on! It's your birthday!"
Well, it's something...
Since I had to sit in a room that reeked of seafood, I ordered this:
That would be a pina colada. Of course as I sipped it, Tommy kept going, "Are you going to get drunk in front of us? That's inappropriate." I assured him I would not get drunk and he'd fall silent and go, "Are you feeling okay? Can you see me?"
Tom seemed to enjoy his meal.
Then it was time to return home and open presents! I would have opened presents first thing but he was all, "I'll just wait until later."
Perry for the Disney Infinity game. Natalie makes us play with her.
A Cleveland Browns hat. And yes, he's well aware that they suck, but each year he hopes..
A Cleveland Indians grill cover. Again. See above.
And a thingy so he can listen to music from his iPad.
He said he liked everything but sometimes it's hard to tell when he doesn't squeal or jump around with excitement like I do.
It's just who he is. I'll be the silly one in the relationship.