And to the one I married, I guess. His was Thursday and so for 2 days he was three years older than me rather than two. Not that it matters, I don't have birthday's anymore, I celebrate anniversaries of my 29th - effectively leaving me eternally 29, see how that works? Genius, I know.
I spent my birthday money on new running shoes and registration fees for two 5K races coming up. Purty, hu?
He spent his on huntin' gear - shocking, I know - and blew out candles on a fudge cake with fudge icing courtesy of me. And by 'courtesy of me' I mean I went to the store and bought it.
and I got fudge - chocolate peanut butter, heath, mint, dark chocolate, and s'more. Oh yes, s'more fudge, y'all! It's as good as you might imagine. Does he love me or what?
Happy birthday to us!!!