Happy Birthday to The Man

Today is "The Man's" birthday. I have been planning it for a couple of days and finally got everything pulled together this morning. Last night I pretended that I had completely forgotten that today was his birthday. Today I went to Wal-mart got the Bourne Trilogy as his present, got some kick bootay cards, and a cake (triple chocolate with chocolate gouache...mmmm *drools*). Now to assemble all in a pretty fashion before noon. Oh and I need to teach KiKi to say "Happy Birthday", which isn't going so well.

Me: KiKi say "Happy Birthday"
Her: NO!
Me: KiKi say "Happy Birthday"
Her (laughing): Nooooo

This whole surprising him thing wouldn't be so important if I hadn't forgot our anniversary this year. I am horrible about remembering dates. So this year I decided to go a little overboard for the birthday. Usually it is just a card and a "happy birthday" because we always get our presents early. Last year I got my kitchen table for my birthday, this year he got his new peddle for his guitar and an X-box360, so technically he isn't supposed to get a present.

We now interrupt this scheduled blog to tell you about how life came and took a gigantic shit on my plans....
The man called me around 10am and told me to hunt up our marriage license for an appointment we had here on base at 1pm. Guess what? I couldn't find our marriage license anywhere. After tearing our house apart for 2 hours we went to this appointment empty handed and I had to order a certified copy of my marriage license. $50. The Man's big birthday surprise, totally ruined. Our moods, completely ruined. Our day, shit on. We have spent the rest of the day re-doing our filing system and getting rid of unneeded paperwork. We have a huge pile that needs to be burned and or shredded. Isn't life grand?

PS-We made $170 at our yard sale. Then I promptly spent it on groceries.
PPS- One of the people in the Finance Office here on post has the last name Dickover. I think it is ironic.