I had a birthday today. (The mid-thirties kind.) It started with a 2-hour visit to the DMV to renew my license, followed by lots of emails and a few work-related “issues.” Fortunately, it ended with a small celebration with my family at home:
My husband was mad, however, that the store sold him a “defective number 3 candle.” I swear to you he really said that. He might get me for telling you that, but it gave me the laugh I needed after my long day.
