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You’ll Know That I Know That You Know I Know What Time It Is

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Sometime last month, Kamran and I had this conversation:

And of course I thought nothing of it, because he always asks me really random, nearly-nonsensical questions all day long while he’s kneedeep in patents and hallucinating bunnies on carnival rides.

But of course he bought me a watch for my birthday! And it is the most wonderful, design-y, chunky watch from the NYC company Nooka:

So now when you read my blog posts, you’ll know that I know that you know I know what time it is.

He also got me a “Deadliest Catch” t-shirt with a picture of the Cornelia Marie on it, and a box of chocolates from Derry Church after reading a review of them. And the best dinner! Swoon! SWOON!

You’re going to be so horrified when you find out what I bought him for his birthday, which is TODAY.

Happy birthday to the last of the famous international playboys!