Bad, Bad Wife

In the midst of our crazy summer, traveling, ballet, gymnastics, swim lessons, and getting ready for Savannah's birthday party, I neglected to mention on this blog that Chris also had a birthday. 

Oops.

Sorry, babe.  But you know, when you have kids, parent birthdays get put on the back burner. 

Literally, on the back burner.  Here is a picture of the horridly ridiculous cake that Chris got for his birthday. 

A disgusting neopolitan cake picked out from the shelves of Safeway on the day after his actual birthday.  To give me a little credit, he was out of town on his real birth-day, so we celebrated the next day.  But we're totally broke, and any extra money will go to Savannah's party, so a $5.00 cake sufficed.  He actually liked it, he'll eat pretty much anything but tomatoes, but the girls and I barely choked it down. 

And did you see the candle?

When we went to eat the cake, I realized the only candle I had in the house, besides a ginourmous apple pumpkin spice Yankee candle, was the candle I had purchased for Savannah's upcoming party.  So, for his 43rd birthday, Chris got a "2" candle on top of his cake. 

Lest I sound totally unprepared for his birthday, I actually wasn't.  I may have blown it in the cake department, but I had his gifts all wrapped and ready and made a nice dinner.  And the funny thing is, Chris really liked his cake.  He delights in being cheap frugal and trying to help us save money.  This cake for him was perfect, and that's all that matters.

So happy late birthday to my awesome husband.  I love you so much!  Next year I promise I will have a real candle for your cake.