This past weekend was my birthday. Now, my husband has many fine qualities but the romance part? Well, let’s just say that continues to be a work in progress. He did arrange a nice brunch with family and gave me some very sweet cards. But the gift he was most excited about and the one he chose to tell people about was…a calculator.
Yes, that’s right. My husband gave me a calculator for my birthday. Just to give you a little context, I’m in charge of the finances in our relationship. I do all the bills, all the banking and basically make all of the financial decisions. I have on occasion complained about the calculator on my iPhone being too small. So I suppose he figured the calculator was a thoughtful gift. Or maybe he just wanted me to stop complaining while I did the bills.
BUT WAIT! There’s more!
Perhaps you’re thinking, “ok, so he got you a calculator for your birthday. That’s odd. But I’m sure he took you out for a nice romantic dinner, right?” Reasonable question. But don’t forget this is my husband we’re talking about. So where do you think my fancy birthday was? Give up?
Yes indeed. Five Guys Burgers and Fries. Alright – in fairness to my husband, we ran a half-marathon that morning, spent the afternoon with family and were exhausted by the time evening rolled around. It’s likely neither of us could have made it through dinner at a restaurant; we probably would’ve passed out after the first glass of wine. So, a cheeseburger for my birthday it was. To top off that amazing story of romance, my husband ate a cheese dog, a bacon cheeseburger AND french fries then proceeded to complain the rest of the night about having a stomachache and asking why I didn’t stop him from eating all that food. Sound familiar?