We were invited Saturday night to a friend's 40th birthday party and he really did it up right. He rented out a gorgeous clubhouse, had live music, an oyster roast, and a pig pickin'. Now that's how to ring in the big 4-0 with a bang.
Oysters are currently a no-no for me (supreme tragedy) but you can imagine my excitement as I turned around from chatting with a friend to see Ian standing behind me with a plate chock full of pulled pork barbeque, vinegar-based slaw, and baked beans made up just for me. Um, YES. Point for the husband.
I have to give Ian props just one more time. Guess what we did Friday after work? Happy hour yoga!
Our gym has a yoga class that they call "happy hour" (no booze included, though that would be pretty epic) that starts at 5:45 on Friday evening. It was Ian's first class ever and he was such a trooper. He also said his lower back, which gives him trouble, felt so much better after the class than it had in a very long time. I think we are going to start integrating happy hour yoga into our weekends whenever we can -- it certainly helps to justify the pizza that we consume afterwards!