Carly's Making Me Look Bad By Writing Fancy Birthday Posts to My Husband

Yesterday was Neil's birthday. It's hard to plan a really good birthday for someone when you'll be traveling that day. So Neil, I apologize that you didn't have a cake, or a steak, and that I gave you some Tater Mitts that don't work and wrote you a song I sang off key.

I have to say we did do a lot of fun things on our trip though. We made a list on the back of the airplane barf bag of the things we want to do in our life. Neil wants to write a book and travel to Turkey. I want to ride a bike somewhere cool and milk a cow.

And by "ride a bike somewhere cool and milk a cow" I don't mean ride a bike to somewhere cool and when I get there milk a cow, but ride a bike AROUND/ON/IN somewhere cool--i.e. ON Abbey Road but not TO Abbey Road (that would be against my exercising policy)--and also milk a cow at some point in my life, somewhere cool or not cool, I don't care.

We also bought a framed tile that says "Neil's Kitchen" and stood in line for a photo-op with a Budweiser Clydesdale. Unfortunately, certain parts of the Clydesdale were too exposed for us to get a decent (literally) picture.

So if you haven't been to San Diego, you really should go. And take me with you, but not on your birthday--unless you are happy with mediocre celebrations like some understanding husbands who I won't name specifically.

Labor Day Weekend by the Numbers

# of times I said "I wish we had our camera so we could blog this" as the Oscar Meyer weiner truck pulled into church ahead of us on Sunday: 1

# of peeps from my ward who blogged pictures of it in the parking lot: 2

# of times ate out: 5 (California Pizza Kitchen, Popeye's, Toto's Pizza, McDonald's, Subway)

# of episodes of Oprah watched on TiVo: 4

# of times said "I hate Oprah so much": 37

# of times felt guilty for dragging Neil to a 1940's-film-noir-style rendition of Macbeth we saw at a theater in the woods: 7

# of jars of homemade raspberry jam Neil canned: 9 while I took naps: 2

# of dreams that came true: 2 (mine of cutting Neil's hair and Neil's of buying a rug doctor)

# of 70-year-old men who stopped Neil in Target to ask where he buys his clothes: 1