I woke up on my birthday, sandwiched between a really spectacular husband and a really spectacular dog, and took an inventory of my blessings: three charming daughters, a home of which I am proud, a well-groomed acre exploding with spring, two of the world's best mules, admirable friends, inspiring professional associates, a truly special community, my health, good food, and a disposition leaning more towards joyful than morose. What more could I ask for, except dessert? I got that at the Blue Mountain Grill, where my special day was honored with the world's biggest brownie (a la mode).
Thank you, people of Acme, for being who you are and where you are and what you are to me.
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