I finally made D his birthday cake.... three days later. 🎂

There's been some sickness going on around our house lately. D was down for an entire week, while Dani sent me home from work on Friday, because she didn't want the plague. Her words, not mine.

So Friday, which happened to be D's 30th birthday, was spent curled up in the bed/couch, coughing, slurping down meds, and watching The Walking Dead, because honestly that would have been an improvement for us.

Luckily, we're feeling better now, but it kind of sucks that we didn't get to go out and celebrate his birthday for him. Afterall, I hear that 30 is a big one. I did however, make him his German Chocolate birthday cake.... three days late, just like he wanted.