“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”
I jumped out of bed.
The family is supposed to be gone, thus the reason I am sleeping in on
this, my 50th birthday.
“I hope you like chocolate truffle”
Standing to the side of the bed was Snowball, the nerd dog, complete
with horn-rimmed glasses, pocket protector, and a store-bought birthday
cake. It read “Happy Birthday Friend”.
“No black balloons?
No old age jokes?”
“No sir…if I did that, you would reciprocate in a couple
years.” Funny, a “dog-years” joke. I actually got it. I laughed.
“Why is that funny?”