It wasn't one of the kid's (the kind I like).
It was all mine.
No. Wait. It may have looked more like this.
So you know, 40 year-olds are responsible people who wear suits and drive station wagons and don't like the music too loud.
You can see where I might take issue with this.
The good news...DRS decided the best medicine was margaritas. And several of the best friends a girl (woman?) could ask for.
So he threw me a party. And it made my heart happy.
And some of my favorite, favorite, favorite beings were there.
So. As it turns out, with enough love around you - it's quite easy to pass right by a milestone and not think much of it.
Enough love and margaritas, I mean.
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