If you missed yesterday’s post about my plans for Dadisode’s birthday karma, you may want catch up and read it now. Go ahead. I’ll wait…

*whistles softly at computer*

You back? K.

Over the years I’m starting to realize that people tend to fall into 2 different categories:

1) Those who have a tendency freak out and hold grudges.

*raises hand high in the air, bouncing up and down in her seat*

2) Those who can pretty much have the world blow up in their face and do. not. blink.

When I received a Tire Pressure Gauge for Christmas, and NOTHING for my 30th Birthday, I was annoyed to say the least. Heck, the entire World Wide Web knows about my husband’s pathetic gift giving skills. So of course as we gathered around Dadisodes’ Birthday cake and candles yesterday, I sat in my chair rubbing my hands together below the table with evil glee. The anticipation of him opening my gift was so heavy; it forced me to take these horrific out-of-focus pictures.

(cake & fire are far from the toddler for a reason)

After he blew out the candles, I leaped out of my chair and handed over my special gift. Yes, giggling like a school girl…

The face of someone expecting the package in his hands to self destruct…

Not. even. a. blink.

Some people are just no fun.

See? Even the 2-year old understands that a stick of glue is lame-o.

Maybe it’s because I also took him on a date to the Planetarium at the Museum of Science (yes, we are that dorky). Or because he knows I will blog endlessly about his weepy tears over Super Glue.

Doesn’t matter. Because last night I slipped into bed wearing beautiful lacy underwear… and I did not blink.

Just fell fast asleep