Birthday eve

Somebody's turning 26 tomorrow... and it isn't me. He has an evil eyebrow, laser-sharp wit, and no butt... yes, it's Husband, about to become the birthday boy. Husband is probably in the 5% of people in the world who do not care about their birthdays. It's a little odd, actually, trying to make a day special for someone who doesn't care in the first place. But tomorrow it's party in da house. Actually, it's a small gathering of friends with fancy pizza and drinks. I keep wanting to buy crepe paper and hats, but then remember... no. Just, no. Oh well...I'm off to buy the secret b-day gift that I'm not used to buy.