Happy happy birthday to my wonderful husband, who’s having the 41st-iest birthday there ever was, in a corporate apartment for his wife’s job, filming an audition for his own, letting his toddler take most of the frosting off of his bday cupcake but not eat it. What could be 41st-ier, getting a skin tag removed? We love you SO VERY VERY MUCH, and I vow to make you a real cake as soon as we’re home.

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