I just need to add a PS to my last post: PS I only love snuggling a sick baby for about a night. Maybe two, maybe. After that, I’m an emotionless zombie who is not counting baby eyelashes, rather, my steps to make sure I don’t walk into a wall. Luckily, Gus is feeling a little better after a long, sick, sad week!
In other news, Brian turned 30 and became a real, live, MAN.
I’m just kidding. Brian’s been a man ever since he squished a large spider for me while we were dating in 2009.Before Brian came along, I would stun spiders from an arm’s length with hairspray until they curled into a sticky ball, and then throw a cup on them. I’d removed the cup a few weeks later with tongs only to find-VOILA-NO SPIDER. Now it could then be anywhere, just watching me, waiting to attack. I became more and more disturbed with each stealth spider incident. How are all species of spiders so good at escaping? That’s the real deal magic cup trick if I ever saw one.
What I’m saying is, I’m glad I have a man in my life. A Brian type of man. An insect exterminator type of man.
And now…a thirty year old type of man.
Brian woke up on his thirtieth birthday with a partial view of his eyelids. That’s because his eyes were stuck shut with eye crusties from pink eye. Having never experienced pink eye, we will pretend like it was a novelty for him. Happy birthday, Brian.
After he had pruned his eye goo, we spent the day as a family, eating Brian’s favorite things: bacon and fried chicken. During the fried chicken eating, Gus developed a fever. Happier birthday, Brian.
Gus was sick with something + pink eye, so he went to bed early. That’s when the party really got started. We were treated to Benihana by my grandparents. We love getting to spend time with them! Brian shares a birthday with my grandpa, so there were TWO free bowls of ice cream at our table.
Arizona friends give Brian a surprise visit for the weekend, so I’m sure he revisited the glory days of his youth. Whatever that may have entailed.