“We know we're getting old when the only thing we want for our birthday is not to be reminded of it.”
Anonymous
TIME: 12:56 to 1:02 AM
PLACE: Dad’s house
SUBJECT: Yard art
My godchild and I returned to Dad’s house early this morning to decorate his front yard and car for his birthday. We used Post-its, crepe paper, and 70 plastic forks. Why forks in the lawn? I have no idea. It was something my mom and her siblings did to each other on their birthdays. I should have filled his car with black balloons like I did for his 50th.
To make it up to him, I made his favorite birthday pie – strawberry glazed – and took it over to him this evening. I hope I’m still in the will.
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