Birthday, Schmirthday…

Today is Gene’s birthday (or at least it is for the next 47 minutes). In case you’re wondering, his birthday SUCKED thanks for asking. He had to work all day (after he’d planned to take the afternoon off and hang out with me – I took all day off today) and right as he was bringing dinner off the grill to slice the meat, we got a phone call from you-know-who.

(Anyone who remembers this exact same story from Father’s Day wins a prize – assuming I even blogged about it).

(In case you’re reading this, you-know-who, don’t forget that the next upcoming holiday to ruin is Gene’s dead mother’s birthday. Why not go 3 for 3, you ugly stupid biotch?)

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