For my husband’s birthday this year I surprised* him with some pretty kick ass Red Sox tickets AND a giant poster for us to get on TV with. Apparently, having your wife make you a “birthday boy” sign destined for national TV is quite embarassing and I was only allowed to hang it (complete with giant arrow pointed at him) when the Red Sox were in the lead. Sigh. The photo of me holding it up AFTER their crushing defeat was the only time it saw the light of day.

*It’s hard to keep the surprise up on the Green line surrounded by hundreds decked out in their Red Sox finest from head to toe.