Today is the birthday of Mrs. Perils and, once again, I'm out of town and unable to celebrate it properly. My plane arrives in Seattle tonight at 11:15 and, even if I do get in the door a tick before midnight, it probably wouldn't be the best present to wake her with a wobbly rendition of "Happy Birthday".
Instead, along with the packet of airline pretzels that I usually bestow on her after a road trip, I may steal her a cookie from the airline club in Minneapolis. No, better yet, I've saved her a piece of cake from my birthday last month:

Happy Birthday, dear!
6:51:16 AM
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