Today, we party.
The man at the helm of these words, the guy who possesses this page, yours truly, turned 33 earlier this week, and what better way to celebrate the magnitude of that moment than by spending ourselves into debt to host a host of friends and family.
The beer is chilling.
The burgers thawing.
The kids are getting restless.
The lawn is mowed.
The house is clean.
The wife is off shopping for something to wear.
And the sky is blue. For now anyway.
Of course it stands to reason that the forecast would call for rain on a day when rain is far from welcome. Our spring and summer have gone that way so far.
So we tend to spend our time with fingers crossed up here in these parts, hoping beyond hope that whatever is supposed to fall from the sky falls from the sky at least one town over.
At least we hope it goes that way today.
Because today we party.
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