I had a great birthday yesterday. While this could be because I got birthday wishes from random companies that send out mass e-mails and don't have a clue who I actually am, it's more likely due to the number of comments I got on this here blog. You all made my day. Thank you so much.
The Coach worked hard to make me happy too. He said we could do whatever I wanted for my birthday, so we went shoe shopping. Let this be a cautionary tale to all you male readers (both of you), even your best of intentions could land you in the woman's shoe department shopping for heels. Use kindness carefully, it could backfire.
In addition to shoe shopping I subjected him to dress shopping. (I know, I know I totally took advantage of him) I made him chase the kids around the dress section of the store while I tried on 5 different dresses. I really think he had a great time.
He's a good man. Mostly he's just happy if he can make me happy and I do appreciate him. I appreciate that he calls me from work for no reason except that he misses me, that he skipped the second day of the NFL draft to take me to Fall Out Boy. I especially like how he opened a Twitter account even though he had no idea what it was. He twittered once and was confused because it would only let him write a few sentences. Seriously, I think I might be married to awesome. I even like how he rambles on and on and on about prospective players for the Bills and which one of the rookies he's most excited for. I even listen once in awhile because I love that he wants to share what he's interested in with me. Of course just about the time I start to think he's too good to be true he says something like, "I married you for your boobs."
I'm pretty sure he was serious.
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