Happy Birthday to Me

For my birthday, I asked Tyler for grass. We found out that you have to buy sod early in the morning, not wait until 11:00 when the area is prepared. Instead, my sweetheart took me to lunch without a toddler (Thank-you Pi), where they brought out a moist, fudgey-filled cake topped with yummy fudgeyness, and a recliner, to make night feedings easier:

I wanted a dark, leather, comfy when sitting and when reclining, rocking, not too huggy so that I feel closterphobic and be able to share it with a two-year old chair. I sat in a million! I am not a shopper. But I got a recliner that meets all of my requirements. I told Tyler that next time I just want to tell someone what I want and pay them big bucks to create it for me. He told me that the grass will be in on Monday. I am such a lucky girl!