Today is Gregory Gerard Mathieu's birthday (the Gerard part is for his uncle, I'm not sure where Mathieu came from but I think it's nice) and for the first time ever, he's celebrating it outside of France. We're keeping it low key, mostly because he likes it that way, he doesn't like a fuss (unlike me, who very much likes fuss).
And get this, not only does he not want a fuss, but he decided that this year, he didn't even want any presents (POPPYCOCK I SAY! YOU CAN'T HAVE A BIRTHDAY WITHOUT ANY PRESENTS, THAT'S THE WHOLE POINT!), he was going to give presents instead, specifically, himself. Right at this very second, Gregory Gerard Mathieu is down at the local YMCA, giving blood. He said he wanted to do something nice that would help other people on his birthday, and that's all he wanted. Well color me humbled.
So that's that. It's my husband's birthday and I just wanted to fuss over him a bit. Ciao ciao for now.
Update: Poor Gregory Gerard Mathieu just returned from the Y crestfallen, they wouldn't let him give blood because he's from France and the whole Mad Cow disease thing. He's so disappointed but I've told him that it's the thought that counts. Poor guy.