Onward to the whole saggy balls situation....my husband turned THIRTY!! last Friday (we haven't gotten to the whole saggy situation yet but rumor has it, things start to go south once thirty hits.....I can hardly wait to see what happens to me!!!) And me being the horrible wife that I am did not to a birthday post for him yet. Well....here it is.
I decided to throw him a surprise party which was not so much a surprise when I found out that one of the invites got returned due to wrong address and Justin decided to open that shit and saw a big blue sheet that said SURPRISE!! Really right now?? Oh well....I tried!!! So a whole lot of my family showed up and not a whole lot of his did....they are all on my shit list right now....total other post, and his good friends showed up. Which now I'm wishing they didn't because instead of partying like he was 30 he partied like he was fuckin 21. We don't go out much anymore and so one would think to not drink like we go out every weekend. NOPE.....that most definitely didn't happen. There were shots being had and more shots after that. Soooo, by about 10:30....he was DONE! And when I say done I mean vomitting excessive amounts over the railing outside. And me being the fabulous wife that I am didn't want anything to do with that shit!!! I got one baby at home to take care of, I don't need another. So I
Needless to say he made it home alive and didn't puke in my bed. He was a big pile of shit on Saturday and did absolutely NOTHING. Which is fine with me....I'm going to be pretty depressed when I turn 30 and probably a big pile of shit myself!!
Happy Birthday Lover, Love you even though you can't handle your booze anymore!!!