After words, my better half, Penny, swung to me, smiling, and said, "Cheerful birthday sweetums." She's charming that way. I smiled back, gasping a bit, and wheezed out a significant bless your heart. This specific birthday was not one I had been anticipating. It was one of the enormous ones, those consummation in zero, and there had been excessively numerous of them as of now. At any rate I could at present, well, you know.
We had a pleasant lackadaisical breakfast at a little mother and pop place not very a long way from home. It's the sort of spot your specialist cautions you about; every one of those conduit stopping up, cholesterol loaded, calorie stuffed treats heaped much too high, priggishly opposing you to abandon anything. I rose to the test, took no detainees, and waddled out, full and not feeling even somewhat liable. All things considered, it was my day.
At that point things started to gradually disentangle. We were going into the city, taking the passenger train on the grounds that nobody in their right personality drives there, even on an exceptional birthday weekend. The arrangement was to hit the craftsmanship historical center, get lunch, do some shopping, and finish it off with an it's-my-birthday-damn-the-cost supper. Our feeling of enterprise is boundless.
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