I'm really not a procrastinator. This is why we were so late celebrating Ryan's birthday. The week of his birthday, I caught the nasty, nasty flu. It was so bad the boys humored me by eating out three days, so I couldn't smell any food. Then, Ryan left for Florida on the band trip. Brian and Lisa had company Easter weekend, then Rebecca and Stephen went to Colorado. There you have it. So, "Happy Birthday, Ryan!" We even had balloons for the occasion, and I grilled outside with 41 degree weather. Spring, where are you??
I'm thinking we need a bigger dining room.