So Friday I turned old. But it's ok because my husband came home early.
And took me on a date, sans kids.
Wherein we got a massage.
And ate scrumptious food.
Bang Bang Shrimp
Pecan crusted rainbow trout with artichoke hearts, basil and lemon butter, and au gratin potatoes and zucchini/squash on the side
And although for birthdays, they give you a complimentary slice of key lime pie, I had been anxious for this:
What a lovely date. Thanks, babe!
Saturday we took a break from birthday festivities and shopped for some house repairing stuff, at Home Depot. Namely a garbage disposal.
Sunday morning Drew went and bought a new front door! I'm so thrilled not to have a gap underneath it, and the wood flooring finally goes all the way to the threshold! It's lovely.
But...apparently Mom had texted me to see if we could eat a late lunch/early dinner for my birthday meal. I didn't get it. So as I was happily getting my new front door, and serving Michael and Theresa lunch, chocolate AND ice cream, Garret starts texting me saying he's dying. I'm rather confused at that turn of events so I beg him to tell me what's killing him! Hunger, he says. The story comes out: they had been waiting "lunch" for an hour before I found out we were supposed to have been there. Poor souls. And poor Mom, who had concocted a lovely meal only to have it sit out til dinner time. Thankfully Michael and Theresa kindly offered to finish the door so we could be on our way to my birthday now-dinner. We enjoyed some REALLY YUMMY food and drink:
Spinach Alfredo lasagna, broccoli, homemade sourdough, and salad!
(I highly recommend Seagram's beverages! I loved the Jamaica Me Happy, and I love anything black cherry so I'm fairly certain that's good too. Garret was impressed by the Mango one.)
After dinner we watched the Broncos/Cowboys game, and at halftime we threw a football around. And Thayer ate rocks.