Today is Ice's birthday. He's celebrating by sleeping in a tent with three kids and a dog. He's weird like that.
He likes to cook and he's good at it. However, I can't be in the kitchen when he's cooking because his methods make me a little crazy. This is a flaw in me, not him.
Everything the kids have learned about cooking they've learned from him.
He loves music and will listen to anything at least once. For years, he thought his taste in music couldn't be classified. Then I came along and pointed out that it could: progressive rock. He was disappointed by this.
His favourite band is Rush.
If he's in front of the TV, he's probably watching a movie. Might even be a chick flick but it definitely won't be a musical.
His favourite movie is Blade Runner.
Although he'll read pretty much anything, he especially likes sci-fi.
His favourite Canadian author is Joseph Boyden. Who does not write sci-fi.
He likes to experiment with drinks. It's not uncommon for him to come into my office on a Saturday afternoon and say, "Here, try this."
He loves going to fine dining establishments and trying interesting food.
He's a flirt.
He's a master of the dad joke.
He's a great father and a great husband.
Happy birthday, handsome!
(and I guarantee that last line made him roll his eyes)
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