Saturday was my birthday.
There’s no better way to celebrate than eating, I think. I also decided to do nothing practical with my computer.
My husband presented me with a gift of 12 red roses and yoga socks shortly after midnight. Hours later, after we got up for the day, he made me a big veggie omelet. Not once did he complain about the bowl of cucumber slices soaking in apple cider vinegar in the fridge. I know this was a particular challenge for him.