Confession time. Mr. D and I suck at birthdays. Meaning, we never buy each other presents or throw parties - the usual birthday benefits. Mr. D did attempt to throw a small party for me a few years ago when it coincided with a football game on TV. (Don't worry, it was actually my idea.) And basically only my parents and 2 friends showed....briefly. And our team lost the game. The party blew chunks. So we have pretty much resigned ourselves to not planning anything and if we get a great dessert somewhere and consume a bottle of decent wine, we feel like its a win.
All that was to say "Happy Birthday" to Mr. D! My one and only, and the rock I lean on. I have nothing planned. You got no present. But I did buy you a card, so we're good.
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