After his 30th birthday bash was kind of a bust, he begged that we not make a big deal over his birthday this year. Who can blame him really? By request, I made him Pasta E’ Fagiole in our kitchen last night—the first REAL meal we’ve eaten in MONTHS. He mentioned how befitting the whole thing was since it’s my Grandma’s recipe and she’s the one responsible for us getting the kitchen in the first place. Thanks Grandma, we miss you!
So anyway, Mike is 31 today. If you see him, give him a hearty smack on the ass for me. :) Happy Birthday, honey! You’re the BEST!
