Birthday Blunders

…And I’m back! It’s a bit late in the day but I have to ask: How was your weekend? Ours was filled with sniffles and sneezes (me) and birthday wishes and kisses (Roman). Poor kid. I was sick in bed all weekend and forgot to order his 7th birthday cake. It was so kind of Michael to wiggle me out of a tough spot by shouting: “I can’t believe the bakery didn’t have your cake ready. We’ll pick it up first thing tomorrow!” And we did. I’m so happy we bought his gift weeks ago or we’d really suck! How about you? Would you like to confess a birthday blunder? Share. It’s our little secret:)