For Al's birthday, her dad and I took her to a dinner at King's Fish House--dungenous crab for her, a steak for Pa, and hazelnut encrusted salmon for me. Mmmmmm. We spent the next hour relaxing at Barnes and Noble, then went to watch Juno. It was the perfect movie to watch with a 39-week pregnant wife.
Except the part where Juno breaks down crying at the side of the highway by the traintracks--I wouldn't advise laughing out loud right then. Your forearm just might start bleeding.
Al's bday probably would have been better if she would have gotten a baby as a present. But there's only so much I can do.
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