Happy Birthday, Matt!

Pretty self-explanatory, isn't it? We hosted a small gathering on Saturday with some friends and an ice-cream cake, 'cause it's his favourite. No plans for tonight, but I've offered to pay for the dinner of his choice. He also gets his present, which isn't big, but which I'm pretty sure he'll like.

In other news, the gheymeh turned out amazingly well. File under: Make this Again.

Chris crashed at our place last night on his way back from Italy to Moncton. Laura called yesterday to say that the past few weeks without him around have been mind-numbingly boring, especially as she's been on crutches and has limited mobility. At least Chris will have returned for tonight. I ought to have mentioned that she would enslave herself to him if he treated her to red meat tonight -- the poor girl has been getting so exhausted just navigating the produce section of the grocery store that she hasn't had meat in the past 2 weeks, give or take a few days. Did remember to send Chris home with a jar of the apricot jam.