Happy Birthday, Hub.
Hub, you don`t read my blog very often, for which I am grateful. I have assured you I don`t write about you all the time, but today I must. You turn 41.
I remember your first birthday we spent together when we were dating -- you turned 21, and that seemed so old to me then. But don`t worry -- you seem so much younger to me now.
Has your loving wife scheduled something really special for you today -- or even allowed you to take the whole day off to nap, take it easy, read and play with the kids, which is what you really love to do in your free time?
No -- instead, she is forcing you to dress up as a clown and make balloon animals at our parish Christmas Fair. There must be a special circle of hell for wives like her.
You have tried to get out of this, but I have laid guilt trip upon guilt trip until you caved in and agreed to do it, for the kids. Hub, you know you are just so good at making balloon animals. You signed up once to do this at our daycare center in Japan, and we all realized you had a special talent for it, and could make all sorts of wonderful creations (whereas most of the parents, including me, could only make lopsided dogs, and snakes).
Dear Hub, I never loved you more than when I told you that the parish fair organizers want you to charge a dollar per balloon animal today, and you got so angry.
"Balloon animals should be free!" you protested. "They`re for the little kids to enjoy! No one should have to pay for them! I refuse to take any kid`s money!"
I had to promise you that most of the kids will show up with pockets full of cash from their parents, even those for whom money is tight, because this is the major fundraiser of the year and they know that all of the proceeds go directly to our school. Surely their parents would rather they spent it on a balloon than some sugary junk food treat?
Besides, I said to you, if any kids come up short, and look at you with their doleful eyes, you will be free to break the rules and give them free balloons, as long as you do it discreetly, and discourage them from coming back again and again and again.
I probably shouldn`t have added that last part, because now I think you are going to give away most of your balloons, Hub, and just put your own money in the cash box.
Many happy returns.
(Update: Hub made more than 100 balloons. Guess how much was in the cash box! I will come up with a prize for the respondent who comes closest.)
(Update #2: Val wins! We spent $27 buying balloons and the thing to blow them up, and netted... $25. Hub indeed gave away most of his creations. But we donated the stuff, though, so the school got all the cash, and Hub admits he had a great time -- and he didn`t even dress up as a clown.)
I remember your first birthday we spent together when we were dating -- you turned 21, and that seemed so old to me then. But don`t worry -- you seem so much younger to me now.
Has your loving wife scheduled something really special for you today -- or even allowed you to take the whole day off to nap, take it easy, read and play with the kids, which is what you really love to do in your free time?
No -- instead, she is forcing you to dress up as a clown and make balloon animals at our parish Christmas Fair. There must be a special circle of hell for wives like her.
You have tried to get out of this, but I have laid guilt trip upon guilt trip until you caved in and agreed to do it, for the kids. Hub, you know you are just so good at making balloon animals. You signed up once to do this at our daycare center in Japan, and we all realized you had a special talent for it, and could make all sorts of wonderful creations (whereas most of the parents, including me, could only make lopsided dogs, and snakes).
Dear Hub, I never loved you more than when I told you that the parish fair organizers want you to charge a dollar per balloon animal today, and you got so angry.
"Balloon animals should be free!" you protested. "They`re for the little kids to enjoy! No one should have to pay for them! I refuse to take any kid`s money!"
I had to promise you that most of the kids will show up with pockets full of cash from their parents, even those for whom money is tight, because this is the major fundraiser of the year and they know that all of the proceeds go directly to our school. Surely their parents would rather they spent it on a balloon than some sugary junk food treat?
Besides, I said to you, if any kids come up short, and look at you with their doleful eyes, you will be free to break the rules and give them free balloons, as long as you do it discreetly, and discourage them from coming back again and again and again.
I probably shouldn`t have added that last part, because now I think you are going to give away most of your balloons, Hub, and just put your own money in the cash box.
Many happy returns.
(Update: Hub made more than 100 balloons. Guess how much was in the cash box! I will come up with a prize for the respondent who comes closest.)
(Update #2: Val wins! We spent $27 buying balloons and the thing to blow them up, and netted... $25. Hub indeed gave away most of his creations. But we donated the stuff, though, so the school got all the cash, and Hub admits he had a great time -- and he didn`t even dress up as a clown.)
posted by L. at 9:30 AM
8 Comments:
happy birthday to Hub!!!
hope you all have a really happy day....
You two are very special people.
Happy birthday hub.
Happy Birthday to Hub!!!
(& Zach LOOOOOOOOOOVES balloon animals; another factoid to remember if & when we visit Your Fair City, ha ha)
but here's my guess: $60 in cash box
I love that you two have known each other for more than 20 years! That's so beautiful.
A lovely tribute!
Erm.
106 bucks in the box, is my guess
blogger is stuck on smenita again - at least on Mollie's.
I say 120 as well. Or there abouts.
Actually now that I think about it - maybe 200bucks
Wow -- Nice! A very lucky guy! And Happy Birthday (belated) to Hub!
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