Happy Birthday, Mr. RH!!!

Only 2 weeks since my last post, NBD.  At some point I'll stop pretending that I'm a regular blogger and apologize for random, sporadic absences.  Or not.

Unfortunately, my blogging constipation has resulted in a backlog of posts that I need to get to... but first, let's take a quick trip back to Saturday... my cute husband's 25th birthday.  #yesIrobbedthecradle

I feel bad, because the 25th birthday is kinda supposed to be The Last Big One that's fun, right?  For my 25th, I had just met Mr. RH - and he bought me the Brand Spankin' New Kindle Fire.... it was a fun time!

Poor Mr. RH.  I woke up at the crack of dawn on his birthday to finish random crafts before running out of town to attend my goddaughter's first birthday party.  He slept in a bit but had to work late, so we didn't even spend an hour together all day. 

I got him the lamest gift ever... which will arrive today, late because I'm a hot mess.  Surprisingly, he didn't seem to mind that much.... which is probably because I got him shoes for his birthday. 

He showed me these on Monday and I knew he had to have them... mostly because my shopper's eye sees a subtle leopard-print to the mesh pattern.  It's fine if he doesn't see it, because it just makes me happy.

I told RH last night that this really needs to be the last birthday where we stop being lame and boring.  AKA I turn 28 in October, and let's not screw that up, eh?

Seems like a plan to me.

Happy Birthday, Mr. RH.  I promise not to get you shoes for your 26th.  Unless you give me a lame wish list full of shoes and then really what's a girl to do? 

Happy Monday!