The Happy Happy Hubby

Yesterday we had a surprise birthday party for my hubby.

Well, it wasn't THAT much of a party. His brother & sister-in-law, my daughter... Stepkid had a REAL birthday party to go to, so she'll just turn up on Daddy's real birthday, which is Wednesday.

Poor hubby looked SO SAD, walking home from the bus, in the snow... He smiled wearily to see daughter, was happy to sit and await the arrival of the other guests...

And they came, and we ate, and everybody like it, and then we did the cake, and then one more pal turned up, yada yada yada...

Then he opened his presents. From me, since my budget was a grand total twenty ducks, he got a bottle of Dubonnet and a helium-filled balloon.

From Dear Daughter, he got a magnificent gift card to a favourite store, the one that carries Canada's OTHER currency....

And then he opened the gift from his brother...

And you should have seen the years fall from his face. His eyes sparkled! His dimples reappeared! He came back to life!

Wise brother had brought him a satellite dish and all the trimmings. Oh sure, it was secondhand, but hubby didn't care!
After dinner, when both "boys" would normally have fallen asleep in their respective chairs while sister-in-law and I chatted, they were UP, they were AT IT.

These are grown men, I want to stress. Hubby's birthday this year was "double nickels" - 55. And Bro isn't that far behind.

They are both managers of I.T. departments. They are both tops in their field, respected, sought after. Rooms go quiet when they are asked their opinions.

However, last night they attached a satellite dish to my cat's scratching post.

And saw nothing whatever funny about this, I might add, despite the fact that all three of us women who were watching them did so shaking our heads in quiet dismay...

Well, no channel was found that night, and I gave up around midnight. Hubby came to bed at 4 am.

Happy as a clam.