HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RYAN!
Ha ha! Now the two months of torment (okay, so it's not that bad) have come to an end. That's because I'm two months older than Ryan. So for two months, I get jokes about being an old woman. But today, the score is even. We have completed the same number of years (to put it in engineering language).
The boys and I are going to make him a fabulous cake, and we've also cooked up some other surprises! We called to sing him happy birthday, but Zach walked away and wouldn't do his Marilyn Monroe impression. He's been singing it all day, just not when he's supposed to! That stinker!