No, I didn't manage to go grocery shopping or make dinner. That's because by the time I was driving by the grocery store I had a sick five-year-old, our teenage neighbor and a naked baby in the car. Well, he was actually wearing a diaper and my fleece, which was sort of big on him.
But we ran into Mr. G at the corner store and that's when we put back the wilted lettuce and extremely pale tomato and decided to go out for dinner.
Dinner was candles and brick and small plates with figs, pistachios, persimmons, chevre. Dinner was the waiter coming over before we left to say that the staff was talking about what well behaved children we have.
Then home to carrot cake with my mom's famous caramel frosting (gluten and dairy free!).
A difficult day, as predicted by the magic eight ball, followed by the perfect night for my birthday boy.
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Ah, it's so lovely when everything works out so nicely. Happy Birthday to Mr. G!
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