I had the best birthday! Christine brought me espresso as soon as I woke up, with no begging on my part. She took me to my favorite oyster bar for lunch, where I had some on the shell and some rolled in cornmeal and fried. Chris would NEVER go around any place that serves cold boogers on a rock, so that was really sweet of her. Then we went to the Dallas Museum of Art, and again my sweet wife was really patient while I strolled through the 17th century, studying all those glowing pink toes and nekkid people in drapes. And then we went to go see Team America, that new movie by the South Park guys. It’s all done in puppets. I have an odd fascination with puppets and collected them as a kid, and still do. The movie was fulla *IGNUNT* 12 year-old boy humor, of course. I laffed like a hyena.
So now it’s 12:03 and my 40th birthday is OVAH!!!
Thank you to all my friends who called and wished me a happy one, or posted well-wishes online. My day was happy indeed. 
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