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Happy birthday to ya honey

It's Daniel's birthday today! The big three-oh at last! Aside from both of us reaching that epic milestone marker this year a lot of our friends are turning 30 as well, thank god, so it's not like we have to face it alone. Erik already had a small 'funeral party' a week ago.
Not sure how I feel about it. No, wait, that's not true, I'm damn sure I don't like it very much. Especially since I'm really noticing time's passing lately. I've got more than 3 gray hairs and gravity is starting to get the better of my physicality. Guess it's time to start *horror* excersizing cause I don't plan on becoming a saggy old tart before my time. 
Then again, skin wise I'm pretty ok. My sister came over yesterday (a longtime smoker and sunbed user), and she has more wrinkles than me, even though she's thre years younger. I don't mean this in a nasty way, it's just an observation. My sister is a very pretty girl. 

Anyway, back to Daniel's big day. I give him a card which had a ridiculous dog wearing pink sunglasses on it. One of those fancy dogs that are really ugly and half bald. The sunglasses were heart shaped. Inside I had written that I had wanted to buy him new ray ban sunglasses (aviators, his trademark) since he lost his last pair shortly after he bought them in America and the pair before that got stolen out of his breast pocket while ha had fallen asleep on the train. I was hesitant to do so however, because I had no clue which type he wanted, and there's quite a lot of aviators let me tell you! Some with a bar across the top, and all sorts of different colours. The only thing I knew was that he liked the model they call 'shooter', which has a small circle in the middle. Sadly these were sold out. They were so sold out even, that it wasn't even possible to order a pair. Now that's sold out. 
So I deciced to let Daniel pick a pair and I'll pick up the tab. 

It still felt a little empty handed, so I bought a little something as a gag gift to go with the card. A little brown swine on a keychain. The swine is smiling. It's perfect. We frequently call each other 'swine' and 'piggy'. In an affectionate way of course! Think I'll get a piggy keychain for myself to match, because the swine has a girlfriend who is a pig. They're called 'Roosje & Truffel'  and I didn't know of their existence until I walked into the Bruna yesterday, scoring lots of lucky Miffies in the process. I gave two to my neighbour girls (the one who actually say something back when spoken to, the darlings) and one to my sister. What a marvel those Lucky Miffies are. They're like veritable fortune cookies, because each and every one of them comes with a little piece of paper that has something written on it. I quote: "number 8. Wish Miffy. All Your Wishes Will Come True!" 

So finally there will be world peace, the earth will be saved, the dodo will be brought back from extinction and Ronan Keating's song will never receive any airplay again.

Oh happy day!


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