Russ's Birthday was Thursday.
And all I blogged about was the Oxford Comma.
I didn't get him a present.
I went to my law school classes and role played counseling a client.
(In which role play Russ was a legislative aide for a politician... who had been murdered)
I pulled a major wife failure on celebrating Russ this year.
Today, I attempt to redeem myself by:
1. Planning a simple, but fun, date night tonight.
2. Blogging about my erroneous ways (isn't the first step of repentance acknowledgement?)
3. Letting my husband go on a 7 hour BBQ road trip across Texas (starting at 6:30 am) to get the best BBQ in the state and the best BBQ in the country.
And not minding that he came home and did this:
|Overly Excellent BBQ Food Coma|
So maybe I'm not the worst wife ever... but I did take a bit of a dip there.