the birthday boy's weekend

When I asked The Husband what he wanted to do for his birthday this year, he said, "relax", that's all he wanted. No BBQ or big party like years gone past, just a quiet weekend chilling out, preferably with a pool if I could swing it. Luckily I knew just the place... we could hang out at Mr & Mrs. London's house while they were away on holiday. Mommy London was house sitting and I knew (re: hoped) she and Napoleon with love the company.

A couple of quiet days hanging out on the Côte d'Azur isn't too shabby at all. Especially when you can sip your very own pitcher of Pimms while watching trash TV and get spoiled with presents. 

There are two things that The Husband loves, like really, really loves (besides me and Fifty of course); ASM Clermont rugby and West Ham United football (soccer to my American friends). And whereas last year, Honey Jr and Honey's Honey got The Husband a Clermont shirt and Clermont undies, this year it was all about West Ham thanks to Mommy London.

That's a card, beach towel, chocolate bar and lollipop. What can I say, when The Husband isn't bleeding blue and yellow, it's claret and blue. And besides all of the West Ham loot, he got a super moon too. Thanks universe.

Oh, and he got a onesie. We can't forget about the onesie. 

But basically, he got to chill out and relax, which is exactly what he wanted. 

And it turns out it's exactly what Fifty wanted too.  

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