My wife turned forty. We were all talking about where to go to celebrate. We decided on breakfast instead of dinner because we were beginning to experience a kid breakdown, being that it was getting toward bedtime. In the morning we all woke up and headed downtown early, being the first few people in our weird little breakfast restaurant that we like to affectionally refer to as "gay breakfast". We sat down and ordered coffee first thing. No one knew we were coming. We know none of the people that work there. She looked down at her coffee cup. It said, "40 and still sexy, happy birthday". At that exact moment was her 40th birthday, and yes, she is still sexy.......apparently, we live inside of a vast and bizarre mind and there is no such thing as coincidence.
