You know, I thought that my husband would forget like every other year.
But that was before he took me out to dinner and dancing.
It was a wonderful place.
The food was terrific.
And it took a couple slow dance songs to make me realize how romantic he really was.
That was before I said, "Silly me! I thought you forgot my birthday!"
That made him say in a soft voice, "Birthday? Oh... crud! Now she'll expect me to pay for dinner!"
And when I heard that, I kicked that jerk in the groin and stormed out of there.
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