This is a true story. Last week was my 40th birthday and I really didn’t feel like waking up that morning.
I managed to pull myself together and go downstairs for breakfast, hoping my wife would be pleasant and
say, Happy Birthday, and possibly have a small present for me. As it turned out, she barely said good morning, let alone Happy Birthday. I thought, Well, that’s marriage for you, but the kids, They will remember. My kids came trampling down the stairs to breakfast, ate their breakfast, and didn’t say a word to me. So when I made it out of the house and started for work, I felt pretty dumpy and despondent. Read the rest of this entry