Last week was Michael's 30th birthday. We had a babysitter and big plans for a fun night. We did, at least, until he was asked to fly up to Oregon for a job interview a few days later. And the dry cleaner had lost his suit. And he had nothing to wear. And so, we went suit shopping and ate Von's sandwiches in the car in the grocery store parking lot. Oh well... we'll try again next year :)
Luckily, the day before his real birthday we had a family celebration with the boys and my mom.
Happy Birthday, Darling!
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