The older I get, the less I like birthdays. Oh, I know, having a birthday means I made it through another year, but it seems like the dh (make that d stand for whatever you like) always takes the "easy" (meaning cheap) way out. He buys me candy, even though I have a huge weight problem I fight constantly. I told him again this year, NO CANDY! What does he get me? A bag of Hershey's dark chocolate kisses. You'd think a man you've been married to for 32 years could come up with something better than that.
But that's okay. He's getting a bag of milk chocolate Kisses for his birthday.
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