he volunteers himself a lot.
and in the rare instance that i'm not riding the coattails of his selfless good deeds, then the whole mother teresa thing is a bit of an inconvenience for me.
today he turned 30. but alas, he gets to spend this milestone around a campfire surrounded by tweenage scouts. why? because he volunteered himself.
oh camp geronimo, what could you possibly need 8 full days of scout camp for? you're too involved, calm yourself down.
and since there's no cell service where you are - because why would anyone need to get a hold of their family for an entire week - please tell my husband i say, "happy birthday. i paid for someone to mow the front and back lawn so you wouldn't have to. best gift ever? only the best for you."