Surprise Birthday Parties and Husbands
First, let me tell you a little bit about us. Bill is my second husband....named Bill. He happens to be 5 years, 5 days, 5 hours, 5 minutes and 5 seconds younger than me. Isn't that amazing? Okay, it's actually only 5 years and 5 days younger, but I prefer the dramatics of my first statement. When we first dating, it really kind of bugged me that he was younger. We would double date with his friends and the women they were dating were often much younger that the guys, making the age gap seem ridiculously large! Plus, he's really young looking. No grey hair, no wrinkles, and in great physical shape (just in case he's reading this.....). But over time, we seem to have melded into being the exact same age.....he's a little older than his chronological years and I seem about 2.5 years younger than I actually am. Lucky me!
Another quirky thing about Bill is that he really does not like to talk about his age, growing older or even retirement. He's turning 49 on the 10th. When people ask how old he's going to be he mumbles "40-er-something". So, naturally, his surprise birthday is going to be a "Happy 50th Birthday" party. The way I look at it, it's going to be miserable for him, so we might as well get it over early! We have a RIP tombstone, some old gag decorations and everything is set in black. It's going to be a kick. Actually, this is a party with our neighbor friends and their dogs. We will meet in the backyard or a friend who backs up to the golf course, so the dogs can run and play with each other. We do this sort of impromptu cocktail/appetizer/cake party fairly often. And we will have have a laugh at Bill's expense.....almost every single person attending is older...some much older. And everyone loves my Bill, so it's all in good spirits. (That's him in the picture with the blue sweatshirt, playing with Wrigley)
Now, I have to figure out how to make my very special punch and a few appetizers and the cake without Bill figuring out my devious plans........I'll take pictures for a later blog post!
Remember, mum's the word!