This past weekend was supposed to be my birthday celebration. Sadly, S had to edit her thesis, prepare a presentation of her thesis topic for her committee, write a ten page paper for a class this evening and then write a presentation for that paper on Power Point. She was really busy. My fault, of course, because she didn’t have a chance to do any of this work over spring break when I forced her to help me renovate our kitchen. Still…
Me: Hey, S, remember that birthday of mine when my unlce died and the axle on my car broke?
S: Yeah, I remember.
Me: Well, this one doesn’t suck that bad.
S: I’m so sorry.
Me: I know. I just wanted you to know that this birthday sucks much less than the birthday of death and destruction.
S: I really am sorry.
The high point of the birthday weekend was that I got to eat cake and play uninterrupted hours of NCAA 2008. There was no cake on the birthday of death and destruction.
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