This year I was late for my own birthday. I'm probably too old having any business bothering with such silliness, but nonetheless, I do care. Birthdays are awesome. In fact, until I earned rights to Mother's Day, my birthday was the greatest day ever. Well, after Christmas. Christmas is always pretty good. But my birthday has always been one of my favorite signals that spring would finally be here. Yay! Happy to me!
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