

Well, this time of year seems flooded with birthdays in our house. First Tommy, then Jane, then Dave, and then Michael. And so close to Christmas...it just doesn't seem right! For Dave's birthday, I took him to get a pedicure. It was his first time. He had told me he was willing to go, so I thought it would be great. When we walked in, the only person working there was a guy! and Dave was like "uh, no, thanks" and tried to get out of it. Then a lady worker came out of the back room and we were back in business. Unfortunately, I had a ward Christmas party I was in charge of, so we didn't get to celebrate much. We did get to eat at our favorite restaurant and ate the best meal in the whole world, Pollo Rosa Maria at Carrabbas...yum! Happy Birthday, Dave, I love you!