So now I'm 28. Imagine. I don't feel it. Aren't I supposed to be much more mature? Well, well. Could be worse. I made carrot cake that I brought with me to the court and we ate in the afternoon. I was invited to spend the evening (then the night) at the Family's. Very happy to do just that we had a nice dinner, equally nice pudding (ice cream with warm raspberries) and I enjoyed the company of the kids and Gisela. It was perfect.
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You didn't admit it was your birthday, so didn't get a chance to congratulate you on another year in person (or on time)!
But (belated) happy birthday!
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