I turn 40. Not young. Not old. After a trip to the dentist, a haircut, and a massage, I felt like I was 39 again. The kids and Hillery baked me two cakes: a coffee cake for breakfast and a carrot cake for holding 40 candles. We had a nice dinner at the Shepherd’s Arms Ale House, after which we took a moonlit stroll through the Botanic Gardens.
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