My sister and I have the exact same birthday — but we are two years apart. (She is two years older than I am.) My family and I went to the Yard House for dinner to celebrate.
I LOVE THE YARD HOUSE. (They don’t sponsor me, or pay me to speak highly of them. But they could, if they wanted to. I’m demonstrating my unlimited potential to speak of them in high regard.)
They brought us free dessert for our birthday. (Again. Love them. Love dessert.)
I LOVE MY SISTER. (She also doesn’t sponsor me, or pay me to speak highly of her. But she could, if she wanted to.)
Yard House. Sister. Souffles. Selfies.
A combination that should never be denied.