This weekend, we celebrated my 31st birthday by eating too much (so much bread, and cheese, and bacon), and drinking even more. My poor 31-year-old heart.
It was delicious.
And now I’m sleepy.
Mike bought me (us, really) a freezer. Because, you know, I’m 31 now and I like to freeze things.
And my momma is buying me a sewing machine, as soon as I pick one out. So, now I just have to learn how to use a sewing machine.