let's see how the free-range children are doing.

so, the other day i aged one year in one day. it was great. meagan made a cake from scratch and took me to al di la for the most snacktakular dinner i have had since, well...i don't know when. it's been a while since i've had well-made, non-pizza food. right. she had the bass and i had the squash ravioli. we shared a bottle of wine and some dessert wine and...



you get the picture. thanks meagan!



furthermore to my birthday beer, i have seized the crisitunity to play poker with my vast fortune. vast.


claire got involved a few times, but would always fall prey to her dark mistress...the cocoa bean. i mean, cigars. claire smokes a wicked, mean cigar. "i said it's a peach!"


right. we'll check in with you later, claire. and how is that cigar treating you, professor dead face?


and mr softy, we'll have to get back to you and your cigar at some other point


because i had a huge (and i mean wicked huge) party on saturday


where i had a wicked huge fire


and chris had a wicked huge...well, nothing. corpsey the clown couldn't make it, so the only thing he had that was wicked huge was his....ahhh... butterfly collection. yes, that'll do.

oooh, burn!!



but josh was there, on the scene and wicked huge in charge. so, let's see what happened, shall we?