Today is my husband's 26th birthday. We celebrated in Wichita yesterday with a little birthday shopping at TJ Maxx:
And then we started out the day with:
Isn't that what every 26 year-old guy wants for his birthday? A turkey box call?
Bennett came over this afternoon to help us celebrate. For some reason, Uncle Ben let him lay in our bed with a bowl full of shredded cheddar cheese. That didn't end well.
Happy birthday, Ben. I love you. My gift to you is one whole complain-free day of fantasy baseball. Check it all the live long day, sweetheart. I won't say a word.
Also, was it just me, or did anyone else want to just give Rory Mcllroy a big hug today?