Last night Hubs was washing dishes after dinner. He'd been trying to psyche me up for my birthday today and was enthusiastically singing things like, "Tomorrow's your birthday, my little birthday girl" to no tune in particular. He was doing a little jig while washing each plate and cup.
At one point, he gasped as though he'd just discovered something amazing. And then he said, "I just thought of something ... now you're old enough to be the President." That is some consolation.
So, this morning when he awoke, about 45 mins. after I'd been getting ready to go to work, Hubs told me in his sleepy, groggy, barely-there voice, "Happy Birthday, Mrs. President."
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