Well, not for me.
Granted, I didn't turn thirty either.
I'm just shy of turing thirty....and this birthday bothered me for reasons.
Let's just skip my therapy session, and just recap it.
My man left me a birthday card.....which will have a be a post all on it's on.
My man gathered up the Walley fam for a birthday dinner in honor of me and Brooksy (born a day later).
Tears. We all had tears in our eyes due to laughs during this dinner.
Our waiter, which happened to be a guy that I knew during college, was GREAT and served my loud and crazy family well. Our waiter had a beard....and by the end of the night, we had nick-named him "The Bearded Man." And, we called him this to his face. His bearded face. I think he wanted to sign Happy Birthday to me with my family. "The Bearded Man" and I participated in the JCJC Choir YEARS AGO! The boy can sing.
H took me to the Viking Cooking School in Madison.
Wonderful Food! Great experience....and fun times!
Amaretto sauce (I'm not a fan, but H LOVES it)
I may not like the mascarpone, but, I do love some flavored whipped cream!
The beginnings of our risotto.
Thanks so such a great birthday H!! I need to begin brain-storming on the upcoming celebration of your arrival into the world.