I had the nicest birthday. It was wonderful being on a Sunday.
My hubby made me french toast for breakfast in bed. (Torv helped me eat it)
I had a nice Sunday afternoon nap (drooly, drooly)
We went for a beautiful meandering walk.
Torv really wanted to ride his scooter the whole walk. The only problem with that is it would have taken us one hour to go one block.
And Branson made me a wonderful birthday cake, I love that man.
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