Jeremy's birthday always gets the crap end of the stick. It falls during a time of year when I'm busy and tired, and I haven't put much time or thought into the event in the past few years. Oh, and I'm usually sick. This year was no different, and when April 9th came around I had no gift, no plans, not even a card. Then a flash of inspiration hit-- BEER. 35 bottles of it, one for every year of Jeremy's life; some of his favorites and some new kinds to try. And the superhero cake was not just something that Owen would recognize and enjoy, but he could eat it, too (egg and dairy free, and quite tasty!)
Day 100!!!
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