The difference of a decade.

Today is The Husband’s birthday!  Happy Birthday Darling Husband! His age now has a zero at the end of it.  Since he will always and forever be older than me, it is my DUTY as a good wife to tease him about being elderly.  We invited some friends over for a small dinner party on Saturday night.   The theme was Over the Hill and everyone (babies and toddlers included) came wearing black.  The Husband wore a Hawaiian print shirt.

There were so many candles we had to take down the smoke detector. Really!

When I picked up the cake it said, “The Husband has one foot in the graves.” You can see where I made them take the extra S off.  It could have been worse I guess.

I put a black scarf on the mailbox and spray painted an old, ugly wreath for the front door.  The blue sign lives there all the time, it says “No Solicitors, Sleeping Baby. We do not want to buy anything, and we are happy with our religion.”

I am positively allergic to plastic cutlery and paper plates, so we just smooshed our dining table, a card table and The Son’s red table all together so we could avoid any one feeling like they were at the kid’s table.  Um, except the kids.  I used scarves I already had and candles left over from Halloween for table decorations, and for the kids I used white paper so they could color if they got bored.   It looked pretty good and I spent exactly zero dollars on decorations.

Silk calla lilies and more black scarves over the china cabinet and fireplace, and a few black and silver balloons got the point across. We had beef brisket, potatoes, a huge summery salad and fresh rolls ( I was going for yummy funeral food), oh, and birthday cake.   All in all it was a lovely, inexpensive party for my Darling Old Husband.

Last night after he was asleep I wrote and hid notes all over the house.  My favorites were, in the toilet paper “Did you have too much prune juice?”  In his shoes, “We should probably trade these in for some S.A.S.”  In his cell phone, “Will you tell us again what phones were like when you were a kid?” I got a cane for about a dollar, and set that next to his bedside table with a note that said, “This should help with all of those old man aches and pains.”  He laughed at each one as he found them, and hopefully is not planning a year and a half in advance for when I am the same age.

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