Icebox-cake birthday cake, and meatballs and penne, and I made pigs in blankets and wouldn’t share. All good.
Jim gave me a necklace (he always knows just what to get me, amazing) and I haven't decided yet on what I'm going to give myself. Something sparkly, of course.
And a birthday gift (part of it, anyway) from long ago:
Her breasts are grails achieved
Her skin burns white as snow
Her hair pours down her back
like ruby water
Thank you, honey!