Happy Birthday to me!!!

This morning I woke up and poured a cup of coffee, like I always do.  However, when I went to the fridge to get my creamer, my container had only a drop left in it.  It seems one of my jerks (and I mean it this time) had used it all yesterday.  My older boys like coffee, but 1 in-particular, and I'm not naming any names 

(but he often does "crazy" things) likes mostly cream in his.

Did I mention it's my birthday?  So, Papa Jerk went to the store to pick some up for me.  He asked what flavor, and I told him something caramel (apparently there were a lot), so he got all they had.  I feel extra spoiled. Since Papa Jerk detests the grocery store, and he went for me anyway.

Now that's a jerk I can live with!