It’s my husband’s birthday.
The last in his 30s.
That means he’s 39 for those are aren’t quick with math.
I fattened him up today, for his birthday.
He knew that ahead of time, so on his very own birthday, unforced, he set his alarm and headed to the gym.
Let it be known that on my birthday, I would prefer to sleep in til noon if possible.
Oh wait, my birthday is on a Sunday this year.
That’s the Lord’s day.
Guess I won’t be sleeping in.
Anywho – breakfast consisted of something lovely by the Pioneer Woman.
Monkey Muffins, and they were delish!
Oh wait, that’s Rachael Ray.
But they were.
He was on his own for lunch, but dinner was a yummy Jenny Markmiller recipe of marinated flank steak with some mashed potatoes (the box kind ), and asparagus.
might just put us over the edge.
As I’ve baked it throughout the day, the licks and tastes have been spectacular. Can’t wait to taste it all together.
Snickerdoodle cake with brown sugar cinnamon buttercream frosting!
I’ll be suffering from a sugar coma tomorrow.
I’ll get back to you…