Today, as Alan so aptly put it on his Face Book status, he started his white-knuckle grip on his 30's. Last night we went to D.C. to hear a friend of his from NYC play in a really awesome trio, and at the end Alan was suddenly green. Uh oh. I got to drive home, although I proved that the only thing worse for nausea than going over Baltimore's ba-zillion potholes is trying to avoid them.
So Alan spent his birthday feeling pretty beat up, although he was able to enjoy the chocolate chip cookies Evelyn and I made for him.
Maybe this will take the sting out of NEXT year for my talented, cool, witty, wordsmith-ing, husband who makes up great games to play with his girls while shouldering an awful lot of their care.
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