Happy Birthday, Ryan!

Today is Ryan's birthday. We are going to get excellent bloody marys, and then going to the spa, and tonight we are joining friends to see David Byrne in concert. I think it sounds like a perfect day. Oh, and it would be even more perfect if Ryan wasn't injured...
No, he didn't suffer that wound fighting off rabid ninja bears. That was actually the handy work of our 14-month old nephew Kaedyn. Last night at a family barbecue Ryan let K play with his sunglasses, and the little bugger stabbed him in the eye with tip of the stem. It didn't hurt, but it sure did bruise. K thought it was hilarious. Really, I have never heard a baby that giggle like that. Now that I think about it, it was kind of menacing.

Ryan just thanked me for letting the blogosphere know that for his 34th birthday he got his ass kicked by a baby. Don't worry, that's not the only present I got him. In just days his kick ass new iPhone S will be arriving, so he can finally join the rest of society in using his cell phone for more than just making calls. Really, his phone is so old that I don't like him to use it out in public when he's with me. I have an image to uphold. While he doesn't have the iPhone itself yet, today my sister gave him the case for it, so he has been practicing with the cardboard insert.

The apps on the cardboard edition are limited, for instance,
he can only help you with directions if you are driving on Highway 280.

However, the fake reception is great...

And the cardboard iPhone is much more flexible than it's "operational" cousin.

Ryan has known he is getting an iPhone for weeks, because I am really bad at keeping secrets, and I wanted to make sure that I didn't spend a ton of money on something he didn't want. Actually, he only had one birthday present that was a surprise, from my Mom, and I really wish she had discussed it with me first...

Wind chimes. I HATE wind chimes. They remind me of New Age douche nozzles and old Southern women with too many cats. Oh, and now, my husband. I guess he really likes them, and had commented to my Mom that he liked the sound of a set hanging in our favorite Vietnamese restaurant. The things you find out about a person four years into a marriage...

Yeah, and they are hanging in the FRONT of our house. I begged him to put them in the back yard, but he used the whole "it's my house too" argument to get his way. Sitting here typing this I can hear them rattling. It's making me slightly grumpy. I think it's time for those bloody marys.

I love you, anyway, Ryan. Happy Birthday.