His surprise parties are getting a bit too predictable each year.
Perhaps it has something to do with actually having a surprise party EVERY year. Next year will be different. Next year will be…Ok, so I can’t say it out now. Else, it’ll be beyond predictable. It’ll be totally “expected”.
This time around, we had homemade steamboat at his mom’s place. More like an all-you-can-eat buffet. I definitely can NOT be in charge of grocery shopping. Especially, when I haven’t had anything to eat the whole day. It looked like I was stocking up for a nuclear attack. Or filming the “Revenge of the Anorexics”.
Then came the cake selection. I wanted the blueberry cheesecake. His sister wanted the chocolate banana cheesecake. Sooooo…
We’re so out of control.
Look at the candles. He’s THAT old.
Armand. Everyone’s birthday is his birthday too.
Anyway, thank you friends and family for making this happen, yet again, although he kinda figured it out like a week ago. So much for my dreams on being a national spy. So not inconspicuous.
Happy Birthday again baby! I love you.
Thank you very very very much for the surprise party. I love it.
You’re very very very welcome =)