So, M got the baby in her king cake, and I got the baby in ours! Apparently this means I bring the cake next year? Not sure.
We went to our birding friends’ for Shrove Tuesday for pancakes and king cake. (We are inclusive celebrators.)
I’m feeling a bit wrung out, though. I’m going to go home soon and lie on the couch in silence.
Just a little tired, is all.