Una's been trying to persuade Bloomberry through nightly chats that arriving before his 30th birthday ("so I can always tell our child that I was in my twenties and you were 31 when it was born") was its best bet.
Alas, today arrived: no babe.
To welcome a new decade filled with serious responsibility, Una took himself over to Home Depot and bought a big 'ol grill. I am fully supportive of any and all cooking-related activities that do not involve me. In fact, I'm pretty sure winter grilling is completely underrated.
Happy birthday, Una! 30 is the new 21.
Happy Birthday dearest Bloom! Hell yes...grill as b-day present sounds perfect. And I agree: 30 is totally the new 21. If only the hangovers were the same.
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