I totally stink.
For Brad's birthday today, I got him absolutely nothing.
No card. No gift. Nothin'.
At least he has us, right?
I guess I was just so out of it last week, still recuperating from being gone the week before. Pair that with the stressful (and darn near impossible) task of trying to buy something that Brad wants/likes/will use...it's just too much.
Solution?
Let the man do his own shopping.
We went out for lunch at the Olive Garden to celebrate, and then came home for quiet time.
Brad got a nap. That's a pretty good gift.
Shopping will occur tomorrow. Call me crazy, but I have a hunch we'll be stopping at Best Buy...
Happy Birthday, Babe. Wishing you all the best for #34!
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