Happy Birthday!

Today was the 20th anniversary of Unishippers, the company that my husband works for. To celebrate the company sent out a "party in a box", and had pizza delivered to all the franchisees with strict instructions that at noon, everyone was to party like it was 1987.

In the "party box" there was a CD with a little memorial video, a bag of Tootsie Roll pops, "Happy Birthday" hats, a banner, a "yearbook", and those funny little noise makers that everyone has at New Years. You know, the annoying duck-sounding ones? They roll out?

Bear hates them. We quickly discovered that. So of course, I continued to drive him nuts until I started feeling sorry for our neighbors, who must have been three seconds away from jamming a pencil into their knee. Bear's squeal-barks can do that to a person.

As I said, the party was to start at noon. The great thing about my new job is that for the first time, I get to come home for lunch. I know, exciting right? Seriously though...I love it. Make some food, curl up on the couch...anyway. I also take my lunch at 1 pm because well...when I get back I only have three hours left, and it makes me feel better. And yeah, I realize that the hours are the same, but still.

Today however, I had strict instructions to be home at noon, OR ELSE. I told Caleb that if for some reason I couldn't get away until 1, to just put the pizza in the oven for me. No big deal, right? Wrong. "THIS IS IMPORTANT KIM."

At 11:49 Caleb called. As his dad would say, persistence pays. I came home.

The Banner. And our messy apartment. And a poorly shot picture (not your fault Cabe...it's not you it's me!) Don't those bananas look good though?

See us? We're ready to party! Bear lasted about three more seconds before dipping his head and swiping that darn hat off. See his pleading eyes?

Happy Birthday Unishippers!