Yesterday was my husband’s 33rd birthday. For the
next 7 months, we are the same age. He chose a favorite meal of mine for dinner
(maple-glazed pork tenderloin) and cookie bars instead of cake. Somehow, our birthdays are never a VERY BIG
DEAL around these parts. It’s hard to get crazy about 33. Still, it was a
lovely meal and we had lovely company and (I hope) he had a lovely day.
Here are the cookie bars.
And some pictures of us enjoying them.
Pictures of Ry opening his birthday gifts:
Bear’s favorite joke these days goes like this:
What says “ooo, ooo”?
A cow with no lips!
My stepdad got so tickled by this joke that he laughed for a
good 5 minutes the other night at dinner. So last night, Ry got a very special
birthday card:
And what’s your favorite joke these days?
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