They Say It's Your Birthday

You only turn 30 once, so we started Matt's celebration a few days early at happy hour with a few friends. Nothing numbs the pain of getting older like draft beer, cheese fries and wings. We have officially reached the age where we hope we get carded. Deep sigh.

Friday Matt opened gifts from me and Namath. It's really stressful laying around all day while someone pays your bills. So much so, this dog needed a drink.

Birthday breakfast at Bojangles. Almost as fun to say as it is to eat. If you haven't ventured to Bojangles yet, I don't know what you're waiting for.

I think he knew he wasnt getting any, and was mad we woke him up for the field trip.

Cajun chicken biscuit. Major.

Probably would look more appetizing if I took the time to take it out of the wrapper and put it on the plate.

Lots of good food, good friends and family and an Alabama victory to ease MS into his 30th year. MS, you are very loved and I'm so glad I got to eat our way through the weekend together!