Sleeping Bags and Bourbon

It was my birthday last week! I had an awesome day - even though I had to work.

When my mom was visiting we checked out this great outdoor store downtown and I found a sleeping bag I liked. Remember what happened to mine? (Waving fists in the air and cursing.) I mentioned it to Brad and about two weeks before my birthday he basically told me he was going to buy it for me.

I hate that?! Am I alone in that? I want my birthday presents to be a surprise! 

Anyway, on my birthday we went out for dinner to a place I've been wanting to try forever. My cocktail was amazing - I don't remember what it was called but it had bourbon on it - can't go wrong.

We had cheese fondue with bread and apple slices to dip - which is my idea of a perfect appetizer. There was wine and a board with cheese, salami, bread and olives on it. The night was already complete.

Except.

Halfway through dinner Brad starts talking about how he "isn't sure the sleeping bag he bought me is going to be long enough and I'll have to try it when-" 

Man! Shut up!!!!!? He hadn't given me the present yet!!

When we got home - it was the cutest thing EVER: he wrapped it. I WISH I had taken a photo - there was a massive box sitting on the sofa for me. I opened it up and the sleeping bag was rolled up in a clear plastic bag inside its box.

I took it out and climbed in - and quickly realized there was something in the bottom of it.

I pulled it out - another wrapped present!! There were two more presents in there - one in the bottom and one in the little pocket at the top!

My first question was how the HELL he got that thing back in the plastic bag - because it was in there curled up perfectly - not shoved like you would shove it in a stuff sack. His response:

"Lots of swearing and it almost didn't happen three times." 

My other amazing friends and family gave me awesome gifts too. I'm really lucky.