John’s birthday was this weekend, and when he woke up on the actual day, he looked at me kind of mournfully and said “I’m in my late mid-twenties now! I’m so old!”

And then I kneed him in the nuts.

Sometimes it is not awesome to be married to someone three years younger than you, is all I’m saying.

Anyway, I had planned to take us out to a nice dinner in the city for a nice birthday dinner on Saturday night, but our college football team threw a wrench in that by playing an evening game that was actually being broadcast in our market (very rare) that John really wanted to watch.  And while I would have probably skipped the game and gone to the delicious fancy restaurant it was, technically, John’s birthday, so I acquiesced.

So instead of dinner out we got fancy takeout sushi from one of our favorite places.  I was a little bummed about this originally, but may I say, after Saturday I highly recommend fancy takeout for special occasions.  We get takeout pretty rarely, and when we do it’s usually from cheap thai places or pizza delivery.  Takeout fancy sushi is an entirely different animal.  It feels so decadent, sitting in your pjs, drinking your own favorite wine that you bought at retail (not restaurant) prices, watching your college team get beat in an absolute heartbreaker.  No waitress to interrupt your conversation, or make you feel guilty that the two of you put away five huge rolls in 10 minutes flat.  Heaven.

And it turned out to be a very good thing that we did not go out, because if we’d been out, I never would have seen the commercial for what has to be the greatest product ever created:  The Chia Obama.

Oh yes.

Christmas presents anyone?

Seriously, family members: do not be at all surprised if, under the tree on Christmas morning, you find a strange ceramic pot in the shape of our president’s head that promises to grow your very own green ‘fro.