18 18

For my birthday, for the most part, I had a little movie marathon. Mary Beth and I started off on the floor on a blanket with this gift basket of food her parents had sent us and had something of a little picnic while watching stuff. The marathon was broken up a bit by having dinner with my parents and nephews. We went to the Central on Summer. And here I am picking somewhere I know will be family-friendly because I was pretty sure they'd have the kids and a good bit in between both of us to be accommodating. Anyway, when I tell him where he's all like "that's a rough area are you sure it's okay?" I was a little annoyed, but I convinced him it was okay. "Well it's your birthday," he said. Anyway, it was alright except that Mary Beth and I were still kinda full from a few hours earlier. I did taste her portabella sandwich and it was incredible! Was it even better than the pulled pork sandwich? That sounds lke blasphemy. Maybe I'll have to do a side-by-side comparison and decide. I did have only one bite. Back home, more movie marathoning. Exercised this morning. Light exercise. Though I did break my jumping jack record and did a full minute without break.