it seems as though birthdays are like having a magic jeanie lamp. it's the only day of the year (except when you're 41 weeks pregnant) that you can pull out your "it's my birthday card" without having to say a word. basically the days goes as follows,
"your wish is my command."
for example, on most mornings i might get a groan or a suddle whine from my loving man upon the following requests:
will you rub my neck? will you bring me my robe? will you bring me my breakfast? will you change brennan's "ehem"? etc. but this morning, all things were done without a blink. what a great guy!
now, the snow thing has not been granted yet, but it IS in the forecast for tomorrow (so it might happen today), but...
one wish you can grant me is....
tell me what your favorite post of mine is!
go ahead, i dare you!