Good Thing We Aren't As Lame As We Seem
Friday marked two decades since the day of Tanya's birth. I wanted her to break down like I did last year, but that's not how Big T works. I love Tanya. A lot. She rocks. So, we decided to kind of surprise her. It wasn't a big deal. But, it was all of her favorite people, and food, and drinks, and, yeah.
We woke up and made her french toast. Then we woke her up to eat it with us. Then she went to class like the responsible adult she is, and we scrambled to pull last minute things together.
Then, she came home and we acted like nothing was going on.
We did a really good job. Poor Tanya, I felt so bad for her. She kept saying she had no plans. And we kept playing along. So, I told her I needed to run errands, but I was sure I would have time to get chips and salsa and drinks at Gringo's with her. So, we trekked out. All the while she was thinking she was running errands for her birthday.
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