March Twenty-Third marks the dawn of my fourth decade of life, the dusk of my previous three. The Merriam-Webster Online Dictionary defines decadence as “a period of decline.” How true. I woke up this day a little achier, a tad grayer, and a bit wrinklier. Fortunately, I had a plateful of cupcakes and a lapful of Cupcake to keep me youthful when my (barely) younger wife decided to bury me about my agedness with a tombstone candle.
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