Yet another birthday passes in fine fashion … Brian is happy, relaxed and owns a rubber chicken.
My wife got a hotel room at the Marriott Marquis, dinner reservations & post-dinner wine in the room to celebrate birthday #33. My wife did a great job keeping this a secret, planning it out, and making me feel quite happy about getting older.
Dad got me some nice clothes for my birthday. Mom decided to get me a rubber chicken, which is now somehow a Richardson gift tradition (long story, very funny, won’t tell it here).
Now I’m back in the world, wondering why the Japanese have spent time creating a robotic dino}} … I mean, how bad can this turn out?
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