On this day

Today is one of the most important days in my life, because clearly everything is about me. It is my wife's XXXX birthday.  What? I'm not stupid. Even though she does not read this one day someday she might. 

She claims it always rains on her birthday. It is supposed to rain today. Guess what? According to AI:

In Indianapolis, June 8 has the highest probability of rain of any single day of the year, with a historical 42% chance of a wet day. [1]

I don't say it's true, the internet does, and the internet is always right. In any case there is high probability it will rain today. 

Shopping for a present was easy, she picked out an outfit. She came home with the bag and said "You can give me this for my birthday." 

Okay. I'm good with that.

I will go get her a card. I might make her a cake at lunch. 

Anyway, it's my girl's birthday and if she wasn't born I wouldn't be, well,  me. I wouldn't have my kids or grandkids and my bank account would be full and my life empty.