I came home on Wednesday night to a house loaded with treats: Le Dirt Bag, something I’ve had my eye on for awhile and wouldn’t splurge on for myself; pie! a giant cherry pie for me (my favorite) and a mini apple pie for him; two bunches of gorgeous roses that smell delicious; and a glass of orange soda, which is something of an inside joke (I claim to dislike and disdain sodas in my infinite wisdom/health righteousness, yet I’m constantly drinking the landlord’s sodas, even though I refuse to ever pour or order my own). The boy nailed it.
We had pie on birthday eve, birthday morning, and birthday night. Heck, I plan on subsisting on pie for the rest of the week. Num-o!