I was a good wife today, and made my husband french toast this morning for breakfast before he went to work. Today is his birthday. I never make breakfast like that during the week. Heck, I never even make breakfast like that on the weekend, because then I have to clean it up, and I hate cleaning the kitchen two or three times on my day off. Ickola. So, he had french toast, I made his lunch, Chloe poured his morning Coke, and off to work we sent daddy. He gets dinner out tonight with my folks, dinner out tomorrow with our friends, and dinner at his parents on Sunday, and who knows what for Monday. Spoiled man! I guess turning 41 has it's advantages. (wow, is he really 41? will I really be 31 in one month and one day? Oh, I feel old.)
Hope you all have a fab Holiday weekend. For any of my non-blogging friends, I set up my account so you can leave anonymous comments without creating an account, which I see a couple of you have figured out!
See ya!
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Tell Craig I said Happy Birthday & that I would never guess he was a whopping 41 by looking at him. He is blessed with a baby face. I think he looks closer to 31.
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