In all of the fervor of Back to School (my most favorite holiday of the year!) I forgot to mention my dear husband's birthday.
The old man turned 37 yesterday. Damn, how did I end up married to someone so old?
Buying gifts for my husband is one of the fucking hardest things in the world to do. Why is it so hard to buy gifts for men? Oh, that's right. Because they're all incommunicative bastards who won't answer a simple question like, "What would you like for your birthday?"
As he put it, "It is more fun and meaningful to see what you come up with on your own."
This makes me feel like he’s just setting me up to fail.
Considering that what he really wants is new rims for his car, I didn't have a snowball's chance in hell.
So I did what I always do when I have no idea what to buy him. I throw a bunch of shit on the wall and see what sticks. If I buy him six or seven gifts, at least one of them will be acceptable, right?
For our anniversary I got him a small wine fridge and a pretty decent bottle of wine. For his birthday I got him Swedish Fish, two different clip boards (for coaching), two books on goalkeeping, a humor book on coaching soccer (yes, I know he's not a big reader but he's almost finished with the second Harry Potter book and I want him to keep at it), brownies, a barbecue set with LED lights, and at the very last minute, Guitar Hero.
Guess which gift was a hit.
The good news is that while he struggles at Guitar Hero I get a sudden compulsion to practice the piano.
The next gift I'm buying him is a set of headphones.
Honestly, I am ecstatic to have this man in my life and (bonus!) home for his birthday. Happy birthday, Tuna Man! I love you.