So our birthdays are over, another year has passed, we're older and wiser ... or whatever.
BSC's birthday was celebrated at the local meat-fest restaurant, otherwise known as
Rodizio Grill, where he filled his plate with so much meat, even he couldn't finish everything. We all left the restaurant feeling as if we were going to die from overindulgence. My birthday was celebrated at my parents house with a homemade meal, then off to
Leatherby's Creamery for extra-large ice cream desserts. I don't like cake, so
Leatherby's was the perfect
substitute. When I say extra-large, I don't think you can actually imagine how big some of these desserts are. They are ginormous with extra-yummy caramel and fudge sauce poured all over the top. They have the BEST caramel sauce. I don't care what you say, your grandma's is not better, it's just not. I got lots of great stuff for my
bday: a necklace from a most perfect and beautiful friend, a spa gift certificate, money, new ceiling fans, installation of said ceiling fans and another super cute necklace.
BSC got me a gift card to
Nordstrom and some beautiful flowers:

I also mentioned that we are re-carpeting our basement as our main gift to each other. In order to do this we needed to remove the coffin from our
basement. Yes, a coffin. We have a large wooden box attached to one of the wood-paneled walls in our basement. Upon first seeing this box we assumed the top would come off and it was used for storage. But no, it is just a box attached to the wall. So naturally we assumed that the previous owners had stashed a dead body in the box. Hence the name, coffin.
BSC bravely took on the task of tearing open the coffin to see why this box was so oddly placed at the bottom of our basement stairs. Here's what we found:

A flower box. What in the world? Why would someone put a flower box at the bottom of the basement stairs? Anyone? After cleaning out the rocks and sand from the flower box we found an old coupon in the bottom that expired in 1984. Aha! That explains it. The eighty's were totally a time for great style and decorating. Rad.

So now we have another mystery to solve; how in the world do we remove this flower box?

Nathan is stumped. That, or he found our neighbor's stash of weed and smoked up while I wasn't looking. Who knows. Anyone got some
Cheetos?