Happy Birthday to David. It’s my brother’s birthday. I am fairly certain he doesn’t read here, but in the event he finds it, he should know I think of him often. I don’t call him on his birthday, he doesn’t give me the chance. It’s a goofy tradition we have, he calls me to ask me if I know what day it is. I am his older sister, it’s difficult I have a brother. I usually make up something about deer season or a snow day. It seems to keep us entertained for several minutes.
November 17th, 2008
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