Nothing calls for a babysitter, some drinks with grownups, and an outfit that consists of pants with buttons and no elastic like a 35th birthday.
Last night we celebrated Scott’s birthday with the kids and his brother (who I flew in as his present… but not as a surprise present because I can not keep that kind of secret, which I think means I also could never keep anything like a murder or affair a secret either… just assuming).
Tonight, we go wild.
And by wild, I mean we go to a chain microbrewery with another couple who’s also left their kids with a babysitter so we can all sit around and talk about our kids. LET THE GOOD TIMES ROLL.
I’m even blow drying my hair for this celebration. I hope Scott knows that means I love him a whole lot.