Today was my birthday; I turned 43.
Want to know how I spent my evening? On a romantic dinner with my wife? Nope. On a family dinner with my wife and my father? Wrong again. Hanging out with the guys and watching a game? Not even close.
Nope, I spent the evening of my 43rd birthday in a dentist’s chair, getting a chipped tooth drilled and filled. Don’t you just want to be me right now? Ahh, the life of a writer…
Next thing you know I’ll be spending birthday 44 testing diet pills or something. That’s about my luck lately. Heh.
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