Happy Birthday Sonny!

Sonny getting his Jackson on.

Today is my darling husband's thirty-something-something birthday. He has to work today, and he is sick with the most awful sore throat this world has ever seen (Thanks Nicole!). If he wasn’t working or sick, he would probably be home playing video games without interruption and consuming large quantities of plain potato chips. Yum.

I love you, Sonny. You're a keeper.