...that, at 28, I'm almost thirty. I like to point out that he is old enough to have a daughter who's almost thirty. I think I win.
Wait, of course I win. Because it's my birthday! It's been wonderful so far: Mitch sang "Happy Birthday" to me first thing in the morning, sent me beautiful flowers at work, let me eat a piece of birthday cake before dinner, grilled melt-in-your-mouth venison tenderloin steaks, and got me a light for my bike. Now he's downstairs setting my NEW ROAD BIKE up with a computer so I can do some spinning and start getting comfortable with her. (Note: The bike was not a birthday present. I've been saving my pennies, though I didn't anticipate making the purchase so soon. But these things happen...)
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