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Four (and a birth-) day(s)
It's been awhile since my last entry, and a bit has happened. Yesterday, for instance, was Max's birthday. In honor of his birthday, we spent three days redoing our living room: painting the walls a shade of yellow-orange called "Egyptian Sun" and the floors a dark chocolate brown mixed with "orange vermillion" and bronze acrylic paint. My mother, who last year hit on the wonderful idea of a joint birthday present for me and Max (our birthdays are almost exactly one month apart) bought us a freezer--one of those that look like chests, not an upright--which we had been planning on buying for ourselves. (Last year she bought us a portable dishwasher). Max's traditional birthday dinner is cheese fondue which neither of us can make from scratch, so we buy packets and heat them up in our fondue pot and toast bread and eat until our little belly buttons pop out. Then we shared a chocolate bar in lieu of a birthday cake which Max didn't want. After the chocolate, we were too full to have sex so we got up and waxed the living room floor and moved the furniture (our new used couch and our new used chair) back into place. This four day weekend has been wonderful, doing nothing but working on the house and spending time with Max. That was yesterday.
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