Happy Birthday Mr HG, I hollered as he walked through the door a couple of Fridays ago. 

His face lights up, and then it registers…. But it’s not my birthday Anna, my birthday was in February, he says. Ooooops I hear you saying!

Happy ‘I’m sorry I’m super late at giving you your present, and haven’t you always wondered what it’s like to be a Taurus anyways?’ birthday Mr HG, I sing again. 

Alright, I’m game, he says. What’d ya get me for my birthday? 

First instruction, change into something more comfortable and meet me in the kitchen I say. The treasure hunt begins there! Continue Reading