Well, it wasn't a shirt that said:
"My wife took me out for dinner to Texas Roadhouse for an expensive steak dinner, her margarita cost 9 bucks... all which I had to pay for- and I got was this lousy food poisoning."
Though it could have been.
Yup folks... the restaurant I chose for us to eat at. It's not traumatizing enough to turn 40, but then to have fireworks shoot out of both ends? My hubs hasn't thrown up in over 10 years, a fact that he is really proud of.
Dang, now he has to start over!
Well, at least he got an ab workout out of it.
I am sure that the fact that I was laughing with my younger brother Ben about the MISU's unfortunate and untimely illness, and the fact that Ben might get John airline barf bags and adult diapers for a birthday present... It might come back to haunt me.
He actually just told his brother something to that affect right now on the phone. He also told his bro about the "fireworks", and said , "I can multi task like a mutha!" :O)
I am sure that it's a birthday he will never forget, only slightly better than last year.