the man's birthday cake, admittedly a tad late. it occurs to me that for some time now we have spent more birthdays with each other than without and we are at the age when the youngsters look at us as the grizzlies. even though we feel as young as we did back in the day only wiser (even though we felt wise back then). even to your old age i am he, and to gray hairs i will carry you. and so he has.
lovely chocolate cake, incidentally. i am telling HOM his project is to better it.
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