Yesterday for my birthday Lynette made a whole roast duck with mashed potatoes, green beans, turnips and biscuits. Everything was great. Even though the duck was all skin, fat and bone; it tasted good. Lynette was disappointed and said she would buy only the breast next time. All that mattered to me was her effort to make my birthday special. I stayed in my JP's all day. It was just the two of us. My brother called and sang happy birthday with his wife and my neice. My daughter called twice. I could hear my grandson Miles in the background. Her husband wished me happy birthday just as Miles slammed the bathroom door on him. It was a quiet and relaxed birthday, just what I was in the mood for.
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