Husband of the Year

The last time I had a birthday party with someone other than family was ten years ago. My roommate threw me a party and forgot to invite anyone (she was a really sweet person and I totally forgive her for it). This year I decided that it would be fun to have a little get-together with my friends since I'm celebrating another decade. I gave Mr. Fob a list of suggested invitees and left the rest of the planning up to him. Tonight was somewhat of a surprise, although we both felt that the night before my birthday would probably be a good time for a gathering. I left work a little before eight and headed home, but then I started to feel really lame when I got caught in traffic and realized that my friends were all going to be sitting around waiting for me to get there. Thankfully I managed to get home without excessive delay, and thankfully Mr. Fob was a fabulous host. He made cheese balls with crackers, chips and guacamole, and this beautiful ice cream cake. He also graciously retired to the other room while we talked like thirteen-year-olds about "girly stuff" (hey, at least we weren't talking about our kids, right?), and he even bought two candles instead of burning down the house with the right number. I'm so glad we had a party and at the same time I'm sad to be leaving behind all these fabulous friends when we move in a few months. I can't believe I'm having this much fun and it's not even officially my birthday yet!