September 12

It's a good thing I only have one birthday a year. If all birthdays were like this last one, I'd be as fat as Baby Huey.

Boyfriend and I realized this week that we hadn't visited his parents since late June. In a quick comparison of our respective schedules, it became apparent that if we didn't make the trip down this weekend -- it's only about a two hour drive -- we probably wouldn't get to see them until Thanksgiving. And really, that's not acceptable.

The out-laws remembered my birthday, and in lieu of the traditional birthday cake, I was given a very rich, probably about 30-proof birthday tiramisu. And it was yummy!

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