Post-Birthday Depression

Ryan’s birthday was a few days ago. I spoiled the heck out of him because, after all, he was the Birthday King. Anyway, I think I’ve screwed myself over because now he realizes what I can do, which means he also realizes what I don’t do on a day-to-day basis.

The morning after Ryan’s birthday, the first words out of Ryan’s mouth were: “I miss my birthday.”

I think we both felt the post-birthday depression.

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