"Happy Birthday!"
"Uh, thanks. So, ah, isn't that your car... in the lot... with it's window broken out?"
I've never had much social finesse. And I don't know if there is a good time to mention to someone that their car has been vandalized. But the juxtaposition stinks.
Sigh. Crummy.
On a lighter note, hubby mentioned we've been together as long as I lived with my parents (weird, right)... and that they've been like dog years (had my teen rebellion/midlife crisis)... and that if they were in dog years I'd be dead (sweet).
Happy Birthday to me.
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