You know how you feel really bad when you forget someone's birthday? Like you just kicked their puppy because for some stupid reason you thoughtit would be funny, and all it did was made them cry?
That's normal.
But please tell me why I feel bad because I forgot that yesterday was Max's birthday. It was his fifth birthday, I forgot, and I honestly do feel bad about that.
We'll make it up to him (oh stop rolling your eyes) with shrimp. But making it up to him impies I think he really cares... Oh, Lord, I am really losing it, aren't I?
Don't answer that.
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