This is the last full day I will spend as a twenty-something. Tomorrow, around mid-morning, I become a thirty-something.
I've mentioned before that I'm ok with the whole "Big 3-0" thing. I really am. I mean, Hubba Hubba passed that threshold three years ago. So, being married to a thirty-something, and being a thirty-something can't be that different, can they?
At any rate, I get cake. Yummy, marble cake with strawberry filling and a chocolate buttercream icing. Or frosting, if you insist on calling it that. Whatever it is, it's super delicious.
And, if Hubba Hubba was smart, the cake will read something like this:
Happy Birthday to my darling wife, the most beautiful-est, special-est woman there is.
You know, if they can fit all that on the cake.
How will they get there?
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