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Febuary 5th, 2032 is just another typical day in the life of Mattingly Marie Blahblahblah, a 36-year-old orthodontist living in San Diego. She wakes up every morning at 5:30 am in order to get to work on time -- except for Fridays, of course, because anyone who is their own boss would never work more than 4 days a week. After making breakfast for her 4-year-old Jocelyn and 2-year-old Brady, she says goodbye to her husband, Mr. Blahblahblah, and heads to the office.

Even though winter is still going strong, the weather is beautiful – the sun is just beginning to peak out of the trees, and a cool breeze brings the fresh salty scent of the ocean to the Blahblahblah residence, a stacked stone two story house with a huge flat backyard. Mattingly pulls out of the garage in her 2030 black camaro convertible – top down, of course – and spends the half hour drive to work on the phone catching up with her brother, who just returned to his home in Dallas after covering the Super Bowl. Work is pretty uneventful, except for taking off one twelve-year-old girl’s braces, who was so ecstatic that she left the office with a huge smile still painted across her face. Mattingly meets up with her husband for lunch at In-n-Out burger – their favorite restaurant – and irons out the details of where to vacation for spring break. After settling on schlepping to Florida and taking the kids to Disney World – because, they both agreed, Disney Land just isn’t the same – Mattingly returns home to work and Mr. Blahblahblah goes back to the Blahblahblah residence, where he designs his latest architecture project in his home office. Mattingly closes up her practice around five and stops by the AT&T store on the way home to pick up her new iPhone 42 (Brady had given the old one to their golden retriever as a chew toy). She pulls into the garage around six o’clock, and walks in to see that dinner was already on the table. She sits down with her family and listens to everyone’s latest stories – Mr. Blahblahblah complains about an annoying client, Jocelyn recites three Disney princess stories in full-fledged anguishing detail, and Brady rattles on about something to do with a dog who had a rake – or maybe it was about a frog in a lake. Mattingly sits back and took it all in, smiling to herself, and daydreams about what the next twenty years had in store for her.