Tonight we went out and had a nice dinner. The writing on the cake says congratulations.
This morning I woke her up with a serenade. Even so, she insisted on making breakfast.
Something special. Fried eggs covered in a thick sauce made from onions, chile, cream and mustard. Lemme tell you it was to die for.
Come to think of it, it was probably so loaded with cholesterol, it probably takes a year off your life. Well, once a year. . .
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