Does a 12 hour work day and a slashed tire even count as a birthday?
Ya, I don't think so either.
I guess it was Dave's attempt to make millions with the latest anti-aging product.
On the bright side, he did get to have an awesome PB & J picnic, in the van, in the hospital parking lot with his family which at the time included 2 boys with 101 degree fevers, 1 girl in a swimsuit (not me, although I am sure that would have been thrilling), 1 girl who had just barfed up her lunch (not me), and of course, me.
Ya, pretty much a day of poo.
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