Oh Happy Day!

June 8 is always my favorite day of the year because it is the only day when, numerically speaking, Craiggers is six years older than me instead of five. Yes, today is the birthday of the love of my life, and if this birthday is anything like the last one, right about now he is at home getting smashed because he is freaking out about approaching 40.




















He shouldn't worry about it since despite being five years older than me, everyone always thinks I'm the older one. He's made this far worse since he cut off his long hair and shaved the goatee this week. He seriously looks like he's maybe 21, and I'm convinced he did it just to get me back for always pointing out how much older he is than me. We're vindictive like that, in a loving way. We're also completely nauseating with our birthdays only a day apart, and our anniversary being on Valentine's Day. Really, we're just like Brad and Angelina, only without the money, careers, supernatural beauty, and children pulled from a Bennetton ad.

Hubby was raised a devout Jehovah's Witness, which means he never got acknowledgement of his birthday as a child, and still doesn't from his biological family. Little wonder, then, that he enjoys being fawned over on this day each year. Also little wonder that he still has a compulsion to knock on the doors of complete strangers, but that's another story. Anyway, please post some birthday wishes to the world's most patient man, the man without whom I'd be even more bitter, the K-Fed to my Britney for five years and counting, Mr. Craiggers. I love you!