A Series of Fortunate Events

In which Labor Day appropriately and officially becomes the first annual

Kid Day.

In which we go around the corner, over the mountain and through the woods to look at Fall’s splendor. And eat pumpkin shakes.

In which the greatest women ever invented collaborate for a birthday surprise…

In which we go to Denver 

take birthday strolls,

drives through gorgeous neighborhoods looking at architectural masterpieces

(and not-so-much masterpieces)

avoid hornet stings by offering my sister’s bag as an alternative

and eat authentic New Mexican food.

Also in which my sister so graciously offers me goat cheese and my pick of porch loot for my birthday.