This last July I turned 46. I thought I was already 46 and I was Turing 47 so it was a little disappointing.
Actually the whole day was a bit of a drag. Don’t get me wrong, I was glad the Sorsensons joined us over the Independence Day holiday but a birthday right after the work and over eating of the 4th has lost its charm. I’m considering changing it. March seems nice. March is dull & sad & bleak at the end of winter. It needs cake. I think I’ve convinced myself. My next birthday is March and I’ll be 47!
My view of Heavy Heavy Hangs.
The day was blah the cake was BRILLIANT!
Emma made of course.
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