You Say It’s Your Birthday…

Well, it’s not my birthday too, because….

Today is Matt’s 29th Birthday!!  Hooray!

Happy Birthday to Matt (aka Jib, Jiberoni, Jiblock, Jib-Jab Jaberwocky, Moo-Moo, Le-Le, Leland, the cheese to my macaroni, the peanut butter to my jelly, the captain to my crunch, the butter to my toast, the milk to my cookies, the sun to my shine, the pop to my tart, Frankie-boy, and my turtle-dove love.)

Since we’re in Grenada and Matt is super busy with all things pathophys, pharm, clinical medicine, and BSFCR, I’m trying to make it as special of a day as I can.

So, that means…

We gotta have some birthday decorations up in this piece…

And there’s gotta be some birthday cake…

Yellow cake with chocolate frosting, per Matt's request...

Because you have to…

Nothing says I love you or Happy Birthday quite like some really unhealthy carbohydrates...am I right, or am I right?

A Birthday just wouldn’t be complete without some party plates, right?

And he’s gotta have some rad presents…

Oh, you know a practical gift...

And there’s gotta be an impractical gift, too, right?

Imported bags of Kona coffee for my coffee connessieur...So, I know it's tacky to talk about how much gifts cost and stuff, but who has ever heard of a $50 bag of coffee? Proof's right here.

It’s funny to think that we’re actually married now.  We dated for a pretty long time before actually taking the plunge (about 4 years to be exact), but my mom can even vouch for me when I say, that after our first date I called her at 1am and exclaimed, “I think I’m going to marry him!”  To which she replied (half asleep), “Oh Lordy, okay.”  I’m sure she thought I was crazy to say such a thing after only one date, and she also probably thought I was just being funny, but the truth remains, that I did know.

Something told me that I should document our first date, which I did…

Glad I was having a good hair day...Just sayin'...

The night I kind of think we fell in love…

This was our second date. Matt took me to a G Love concert, and this is me among all the duuurty hippies. Yay.

And the rest is kind of just history, ya know?!

Happy Birthday to you, Mr. Palma!

Love Always,

Mrs. Palma

~The End