And here I was thinking that I was only going to be 28 on my next birthday. Apparently I need to flip that number and make it 82!
So I get home last night from a tough, rainy day in the city to find this on the kitchen table, along with my mom laughing because she knew I was going to throw a fit when I found it. I knew working in Manhattan had aged me, but not this much!
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