Oh yeah, in the midst of all that crazy moving, I had a birthday! I am now officially a quarter of a century old. Or as Clint would say, just a day closer to putting me in a home. He's the best husband ever. Since I had such a terrible day on the 28th, we celebrated my birthday by pretending it was actually on the 29th. We had dinner at the French Market in Locust Grove which is one of our favorite places now.
Yummy peanut butter cupcake |
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