I am the biggest dumbshit in the whole world.

This is so typical me.

I make a long, rambling, and even somewhat eloquent speech about how much January 4th means to me… that Denver is home… blah blah blah… sniff sniff sniff..

And Bryan reads my blog and informs me that we actually arrived on January 7th, directly coinciding with his nephew’s date of birth. Doh.

I debated admitting to this on my blog or not… but it is just too perfect not to.

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