I know that you know that I recently had a birthday, dontcha know. But I had to share what the hubs did last night for me, because (apparently) this is a newlywed blog.
Because we've been apart this last week (don't worry I ate my feelings the entire time), he hasn't given me a birthday present. I made a couple of not-so-cheap shopping trips, so I had mentioned something about him not getting a gift (because I'm super polite). But of course I didn't really mean that.
So last night we went out with his parents to Pappadeux, one of my favorite restaurants. When we came home, I expected him to give my present (naturally). But when no present surfaced, my teeny smalls started getting hurt. Let's be real, I don't really need anything. But it's my birffday! I wanted my husband to show me how (not so) monumental turning 23 is (spoiled brat alert).
He shrugged his shoulders and told me that he didn't get me anything. I, of course, thought he was kidding. "But babe, you told me not to get you anything!" I felt bad for expecting something, but also a little hurt. Wahhhhh.
Ten minutes later he comes back to our room where I'm sulking and playing Scramble with Friends (JenaMRoach, you will get destroyed). He hands me a deck of cars with a bow on top. "Here babe, I got you some cards."
I literally thought he walked to our hall closet and wrote Happy Birthday on top. Somehow, he coaxed me into opening them.
It becomes more apparent that he didn't just throw this together. (I remember showing him this cute pin on Pinterest.) How precious is he?
I started feeling really bad, like a big spoiled three-year-old.
At the end of the deck he had four gift cards to some of my favorite stores, each one increasing twenty-five dollars. Barnes and Noble, Bed Bath & Beyond, Forever 21, and MAC. "I know you like these stores, and I know I probably wouldn't have picked out the right thing.... so happy birthday, babe."
It was a mean trick, pretending to not get me anything. He enjoyed watching me wallow, maybe a little too much.