That’s Ben. Yesterday, he turned another year older. How old that makes him, I’m not sure. I just know it was his birthday and, to celebrate, he and his four best friends (The Husband included) took the train to San Diego to watch a Padres game and drink. A lot.
I’m friends with these fools. Sigh.
The Husband came home, fairly intoxicated, with bruises all over his right arm and shoulder. I’m still not sure why. Whenever I’d ask, he’d just stand there and grunt and say I took it like a man! Then he’d flex, grinning like a fool, his eyes bloodshot and droopy. I made him a grilled cheese sandwich and put him to bed.
I’m not sure about you, but I don’t know many women who stand around punching each other to have a good time. Which leads me to believe that men are just plain psychotic. (And they call us complicated. Insert eye-roll here.)
On the train, on their way home, The Husband sent me pictures of the sunset taken with his cell phone. I find this sweet. He knows how I feel about photography; how much I love it, how frustrated I get when I miss an opportunity, how discouraged I’ve recently become (but that’s a another post for another time). He didn’t want me to miss it, even though I wasn’t there to take pictures myself.
I think there’s a sunset in there somewhere.
He said it was gorgeous.
I’ll take his word for it.