Beginning at 12:01 AM, I requested that my devilishly good-looking husband sing me Happy Birthday in the style of various artists. He's always really laidback and hilarious, but even still, I was surprised at how willingly he played along. So many wonderful and (in)accurate reproductions, such as:

Reba McEntire
Beyonce
Garth Brooks
Black Eyed Peas
Christina Aguilera
Mariah Carey
Rihanna

At one point in the day, he even made a request of his own.


"Now, sing me Happy Birthday in the style of..."

"Please say Michael Bolton. Please say Michael Bolton."


As it turns out, he does a MAGNIFICENT Michael Bolton. His saxophone is kind of shitty, though.

My husband. Giving the gift of music. All birthday long.