Happy Birthday Brock!

 Brock's birthday was a few weeks ago- it was a big one- he turned 30!

This meant his wife needed to throw him a big sha-bang party,

but she didn't 'cause she's lame.

He did not get a single present from me- nor a card-

only a few measley leftover decorations and a happy birthday banner-

oh, and some balloons that I blew up- I think five, no seven of them.

I earned the worst wife of the century that day.

He came home and said,

"Well, let's go to Outback for my birthday."

I said, "ok."

Because I didn't want to cook.

And I didn't even tell the server it was his birthday.

No song- No sha-bang.

So, on Sunday to supress my nagging guilt, I made him strawberry shortcake.

Because it's his favorite... No, wait, maybe it's my favorite.

Anyway he did have a 3-0 candle in there.

And his girls sang happy birthday to him.

And I said, "for your present and mine- let's go on a vacation together."

Wasn't that a thoughtful present?

 And to show he wasn't even a bit mad,

he did funny faces for the camera.

And to prove what a terrible wife I really am- I'm posting them on my blog...

'cause their funny.

And if you didn't know- his funny faces are legendary...

LEGENDARY!

Dear Brock,

Happy Birthday!

I am so happy you are 30.

You are now older than me and that's hot.

Thank you for being the greatest husband around.

And even if you were less great- that would even be ok...

'cause then I wouldn't look like such a lame-o wife compared to you.

Love, Chanell

p.s. And props for having four kids before you are 30.

That is what I call impressive... and efficient.

You deserve an award for "most things accomplished in your 20's"!

And here's to some fantastic (and slightly less insane) 30's.