Yesterday The Husband successfully aged a year. He turned 28 with all the grandeur and opulence one would expect of a world class gentleman such as he. With baseball and cheesecake.
Such is the love I have for The Husband that I agreed to attend a Yankees game with him. Yikes!
We got there good and early to take in the stadium. The pipe organ played "It's A Small World," and "If I Were a Rich Man" from Fiddler On The Roof.
Every time the Yankees are up to bat the stadium echoes with a trumpet cadence and the crowd yells "Charge!" Every time this happened the guy directly behind us would chime in his CHARGE! about a beat and a half late. Let me tell you it was funny every time. He never let me down. Was I drunk? No. Was he drunk? It is likely.
A guy behind me had the LOUDEST. CLAP. EVER. It was just awful. I gave him the evil eye twice and apparantly my evil eye needs some work cause it didn't do nothing.
Happy Birthday, Baby. Guess who loves you.