Happy Birthday, Greg

The blog has been pretty silent lately, but we had to commemorate the Day of Birth of one Greg Zollinger.

Last week this guy turned 26.

I forgot to buy wrapping paper, so I went with the homemade variety: 

Gifts: New socks (he always wants socks), Manchego, Tipsy goat, and Iberico cheese (it's a Spain thing), and a shiny, spanking new watch. 

I did a ton of research before I bought it. Did you know you can spend $5000+ on a watch? You know, if you're an insane person. Needless to say we went with one a bit cheaper than that. This watch is not one of the top brands, but it is a kinetic automatic. It stays in sync based on the movement of your arm. No batteries. 

I have a killer chocolate cake recipe. We always do cream cheese frosting around here. None of that plain powdered sugar stuff. I used a little dark cocoa to decorate. The cake layers did not lean or fall over, because I chopped the uneven sides off just like Buddy Valastro showed me. 

I didn't mean the cake to look so zebra/girly, but whatever. 

Greg sizing the band on his new watch under the Happy Birthday sign.

After presents and the cake unveiling, we went out to dinner at Ted's Montana Grill. I ate BISON POT ROAST, people. Now I'm a true American. (Cherry Coke on the side. Don't tell my parents. Or Greg's mom. You can tell Steve). 

Greg had himself a bison burger. 

Token bad picture of Heather: 

I got this picture from Greg the next day. The watch holds up nicely at work. Birthday success.