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Today was Bryan's 34th birthday.

And once again, his birthday was subsumed by external events. Last year it was due to moving, this year early voting.

But despite spending the bulk of the afternoon waiting in line, I think he had a pretty decent day. The cinnimon rolls I made him didn't turn out very well (but he appreciated the effort) and he liked the present the kids and I got him.
Hopefully he doesn't break any bones learning to ride it.

For his birthday dinner, I picked up a feast at Boston Market.  I think we will be eating it for the next three days.  Which is more than fine with Bryan.