Both boys are home and birthday cake breakfast (DQ cookie dough ice cream) has been consumed. Happy house! Yay! But I realized early this morning that we didn’t have any birthday candles. So I made a quick trip to the drug store down the street… in my pajamas. Heck, I figured they wouldn’t care. They see sick people on emergency theraflu runs all the time. I’d totally blend. Sure enough, the grumbling cashier didn’t even look up. I could’ve been Marge Simpson with pneumonia and he wouldn’t have known the difference. The good news is that Drew’s age only required 3/4 of a single box of candles. Whew. When we need two boxes for his cake, THEN I can feel old. 

While waiting for the cake to thaw and the boys to wake up, I took some random photos of stuff around the kitchen. 

Hello, moon.