"I believe that is a royal flush, good sir! Read 'em and weep."

George and Adam were in town and we went bowling. Under aliases.

How Marika saved Christmas. (She seemed appalled that I don't celebrate it, so she woke me up with footy pajamas, breakfast, and wrapped pretty much everything I own except for my toothbrush. I unwrapped my deodorant on Christmas morning, it was magical.

Dashboard Jesus from Mike. He's good with the thoughtful gifts.

Yay! A ten year old computer I get to still own! And a gently used wig.

She even wrapped our tv.

Everybody wins.

My birthday party was fun and we got to see some faces from out of town. I didn't take very many photos until the props came out and most of them are blurry. But here are some:





George kissed AJ.

While we drank wine.

And Spencer got his hair braided?



Cheese.

Some kind of celebrity thing going on here.

Will requested a bum fire. It lasted as long as my attention span, so like three minutes.


Will seemed pleased.

George is stoked.

Dummy delivered the party some fresh kill. And so we posed with it. Obviously.




We spied on sleeping Dagny, which seemed hysterical. It was hysterical considering how loud it was.




Then we went to a bar afterward. And I guess Dummy got thirsty.

This is stolen from Britt's facebook. I like to look at it when I'm feeling down.

A roll of film from this summer. Panama and some pregnancy, mostly.