tim's birthday

I never got around to writing about Tim's birthday, did I?

In fact, did I even tell you it was Tim's birthday on Tuesday?

I don't think I did.  For shame.  #badwifeaward

Well, it was.  And he turned 25!  That's right.  My husband is now a quarter of a century old.  Or young.  Depending on whether or not you're a glass quarter full kind of person.

Tim got the morning off work, but do you know what he did with his morning?  He woke up early and drove me to my interview at MCC.

I really love that guy.

After the interview, I had some suspicions that he was going to pass out at any second from exhaustion, so in the interest of my husband's health, we went home so he could take a nap.  After he woke up a little less zombie-ish, he decided it was time for a free birthday grand slam breakfast from Denny's:

I call the next picture "Tim's Thug Life."  It just cracks me up.  I took it on the way to get our free culture passes to the Phoenix Zoo.  [Remember I wrote about these before?]

Then I decided to steal his hat for a few minutes.  [Which was originally his sister's hat.  Now I guess it's just the Devey Family Hat.]

We got to the zoo around 12:00pm.  If you're not from around here, let me give you a translation: it was hot.  Like, probably 110 degrees hot.  But we both grew up in Arizona, so we knew we could handle it and have fun at the same time.  Talent, I tell you.

The next picture made me a little jealous...

But I became buds with it, too, so my jealousy was assuaged somewhat.

Tim and I like a little meditation and yoga now and then...

And I really liked that rhino.

My aunt commented on this next picture on facebook, "What???!  You're out of fries?!!"  Which I thought was pretty funny.  [After Tim explained it to me.]

In regards to this next picture, I would just like to tell you that I once wrote a fictional story about how giraffes got their long necks.  I was a very insightful fifth grader.

Isn't he a stud?  Twenty-five looks good on you, babe.

Doesn't he look just like the flamingos?

I felt fairly certain that given the opportunity, this fish from the Amazon could have eaten our heads.  We decided to not give it that opportunity.

Then Tim headed to work for a few hours.  It felt like the longest few hours of my life!  After he [finally] got home, we headed over to Joe's Real BBQ in Gilbert.  Neither of us had ever been there before, but we had heard endless accolades about their free birthday dinner.  And it didn't disappoint.

Exhibit 1, the delicious pulled pork BBQ sandwiches and cheesy potatoes:

Exhibit 2, the happy husband:

Exhibit 3, the happy couple:

Exhibit 4...ok no, I take that back.  They left out Prescott and Yuma on this little "map" of theirs, so this is not Exhibit 4.  So let it be written, so let it be done.

Exhibit 4, the scrumptious pecan brownie:

Exhibit 5, the fake flowers.  I liked them.

And if I had taken a picture of it, the big green tractor inside the restaurant would have been Exhibit 6.

He told me it was his best birthday yet.