We stopped by my brother's on the way home from the farmer's market this morning. It is my mom's birthday, and I wanted to spend a little time.
He wasn't home though, so Heidi and I chatted with Victor and Emily, admiring the garden and letting the dogs play a little. We were just heading home when Bill got back. "We're having fried chicken and chocolate cake for dinner tonight," I told him.
"I'll be there at five," he joked.
"Make it 6:30!" I said.
And so it was.
Happy Birthday, Ma.
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