You say it's your birthday?

It's my birthday too, yeah! 

So, I'm really bad with numbers. As in remembering which number goes to what important fact, person, date, whatever. Last year at this time Paul's birthday was coming up and I for the life of me, could not remember the date. Was it the 10th? 18th? 12th? I felt so embarrassed because at that point in our relationship I should have known at least the date of his birth! Turns out it was the 8th. Thank you Facebook for saving my butt. (seriously, I had to turn to fb to tell me my future husbands birthday.. ugh). 

This year was different though.. I wrote it everywhere so there was no way I couldn't remember my baby's special day. so pathetic. Do you know whats even more pathetic? My manager at work asked me how old Paul was turning.. "umm.. 23. oh no wait I think 22. crap!" See? numbers are dumb. (He was turning 23). 

I absolutely was SO excited for his birthday though. I was determined to make it a good one. 

We woke up at our normal time to get ready for work and school. I told him I would be home a little later in the day because work would be really busy that day (ha lies!). We parted ways, him going to school and me supposedly going to work (did he really think I was going to go to work on his birthday??)  Instead I went to our local and delicious donut bakery to get my baby his favorite treat. I came back to the apartment with a dozen donuts, balloons, cake, lunch, and a wrapped present. I didn't over do it at all. I was so giddy and excited for him to come home that I texted him saying "wow work is really crazy today, wish I was home with you!" When he finally returned, I had a happy birthday sign on the door, some yummy lunch and had our favorite song jammin. He was just too cute walking through that door with that "what the!" look on his face. 

The remainder for the day was full of new ties, ALDO shoes, sushi, popcorn, and cuddling. I think I may have had a better day than Paul! The entire day I kept thinking how lucky I am to get to spend every birthday with this babe. He is absolutely e v e r y t h i n g to me. 

Fights and Fuzzy Toilet Seats

Paul and I don't fight. We really don't! We have the occasional eye role and the "maybe you should give me some space" time (and this usually only lasts about five minutes), but other than that.. nothin. Well.. there was that one time at Target..

As a recently engaged couple we decided to do what all engaged couples do. Register at Target. We were doing pretty good at agreements like what color of plates to get, and "should we go with this size of crock pot or that size?" But then, oh but then we came to the bathroom rugs. "Sure Karie, the cream color should look great in the bathro.. uhh what's that your registering for?"I held up a flat fuzzy circle. "It's a toilet seat cover." thinking how could he possibly not know that. That is where the trouble began. Up until that point I thought our relationship was full of flowers and rainbows.. but boy was I wrong when I found out that we actually have very different opinions about a toilet seat cover. This resulted in our very first fight argument. I'm so proud to say it happened in Target of all places. 


Can you guess who won? Don't worry, we made up with Krispy Kreme deliciousness.