today's my boy's birthday and we lived it up.

well, as much as we could when we both had to be at work all day.

we had an amazing dinner at a great restaurant, but sadly the food is not agreeing with me and so here i sit trying not to puke, while he's sleeping peacefully in the next room. even more unfortunate is the fact that this is a fairly common occurrence now that i'm back on metformin. ugh, so gross. i mean, i know it's good for me in the long run. but i am so tired of everything under the sun making me nauseaus and/or fatigued and/or glued to the toilet, if you know what i mean.

gross.

anyhow. happy birthday to my sweet husband and here's to many many more.