Remember those halcyon days of yore when I daydreamed of how I would spend my 30th birthday?
No? (Scroll down, could be fun.)
Well, they were awesome. After much debate, I decided on a weekend in Leavenworth, frolicking in the sun, eating delicious Bavarian pastries, petting goats, and making smoochy face with Muffin.
That would have been pretty sweet. Instead I led Muffin on a tour of every restroom between Seattle and Leavenworth. Thanks to food poisoning, courtesy of The Bite of Seattle, I spent the entirety of my 30th birthday disrespecting countless bathrooms, drinking ginger ale, and weeping softly into the luxuriant hotel pillows.
Luckily, by Sunday I recovered in time to enjoy the many splendors of Leavenworth.
I didn't want one, but Muffin demanded we have a commemorative photo taken.
Rawr, hands off, ladies- that's my Muffin!