It's a tradition. One I don't like and would love to break, but oh well. Charis has gotten sick every year on my birthday. Last year, she was in the hospital and every other year she has thrown up on me. This year was better than most, no hospital and no throwing up.
I did get to celebrate a little, two friends took me to lunch and then we played games with a few friends that evening.
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