I live in the city and have done for 4 years, but sometimes life stops you from enjoying what's right on your doorstep. So this weekend, with the lil bro in town for his birthday weekend, I decided to make the most of it and hit the city like a pair of tourists. And you know what? We had a bloody good time.
Husband was home (yay) and we picked lil Bro up from the train station late Friday night. We brought him home, and did balloons and cake, complete with candles and singing. While he liked his cake, he is unfortunately a teenage boy, and therefore decided to massacre it. Despite looking slightly disturbing, don't worry it tasted goooood.