My fucking sister and her fiance sent me some cool soap (I LOVE SOAP!) and card that reads as follows:
"Every year your friends gather with you on your birthday... [open the card]
And completely gloss over your shortcomings in a way that sickens me."
How that bitch was able find such a perfect card is beyond me.
Moving on.
Whether it was the Superbowl or Groundhogs Day or my birthday weekend or they were just invited, everyone who's anyone (except Spring, Tao, Jenn, Annie and Bruce) showed up at Josh and Shelly's house on Sunday.
All were witness to the Greatness of Peyton and the Belligerence of Dana.
Three things are certain:
1-The Colts deservedly won the Superbowl.
2-There was chocolate cake with white icing. Homemade chocolate cake. By Joan. And it rocked.
3-I looked Money. I showed up looking money with my Colts blue nike pullover that showed off my fat rolls and my bling (x-mas present from my fucking sister). But then it was off the hook when I got my #18 Manning jersey. And that was just the stand in. Birthday week continues as I anxiously await my authentic Peyton jersey.
The only thing that brought me back to earth from my birthday cloud was finding out someone had accidentally erased my high score on Galaxga! I had lost my edge at this point (from having to be nice and grateful all weekend... ok it was the six gin and tonics) and could not remedy this situation.
But this isn't over.
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