I had grandiose visions of banners and balloons and cupcakes and ice cream and confetti and pie and friends and presents and cards and music and fun and laughter. And then before I knew it August 3rd was here and I had nothing. Major MAJOR MAJOR fail on my part. Instead we had a simple day with the highlight of lunch at the Spaghetti Factory in Duarte (pronounced doo-are-tee... betcha never woulda guessed that's how that's said eh?). Do not be fooled by the facade of this building - it's the Spaghetti Factory all right - it just used to be a school.
Dozens of flags are hung from the ceiling inside. We like to see who can name the most. Chris always wins, no contest.
The pretty lamp over our table.
Now that Fox is eating finger foods and figuring out what he wants in life, to say we create a hazard zone where'er we go is the understatement of the century!
The floor was wrought with crumbs, straws, sugar packets, plastic packaging, drool, and who knows what else in 30 minutes flat... sorry Spaghetti Factory!
Happy 26th birthday to my main squeeze!