Today, Brian turned 35. What this means for me is that I don't have to be the "older" woman for the next four months. As for him, he's just getting old.
For his birthday dinner, Brian selected a toasted Italian sub. It was quite delicious. I guess that's the curse of cooking all of the time--when you ask him what he wants to eat, he wants a sandwich. Oh well, less work for me.
We don't celebrate Valentine's Day anymore, so at least we didn't have to deal with that. We both came to the conclusion that V-Day is more suited for people who are dating (plus, I think we were both running out of gift ideas), so we gave that one up a year or two ago. That, and Halloween. We both really like Halloween, but just how many pumpkins and skulls can you buy someone?
Anyway, we had our sandwiches for supper and then Brian opened his gifts. He'll be off to a meeting in a little while, so I won't be able to torture him with the dog show on TV this evening.