Well, Tom left for training.
Before he left, we celebrated his birthday since he’d be gone on his real one.
I picked up some balloons:
And a cake:
No way I could make a cake like that. My cakes are usually from a box with frosting from a can. This one had FONDANT on it. I’ve never had a cake with fondant. I like it, but I think I prefer good old fashioned buttercream frosting. (And yes, the cake IS sitting on Pizza Hut boxes. That's what Tom wanted for dinner. Fine by me, because it means no dishes!)
He got some presents:
At one point Natalie was like, “Maybe you’ll get a doll, Daddy!”
Uh.
No doll.
But he did get the Rambo knife he’s been wanting.
No, I’m serious. He wanted a Rambo knife. From Rambo 2. I guess it comes with a flint and a compass…all I’m saying is, the next time he makes fun of me for gushing about Lost, I’m going to be like, “At least I don’t have a LOST knife..”
He said he had a good day. He’s one of those people who don’t make a big deal about his birthday.
He’s crazy.
While I don’t like getting older, one of the perks for birthdays is CAKE.
So happy birthday to Tom!
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