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November 20, 2006
Lad Ball
After an excellent day spent touring the De Young and eating cake with the Woods, the Lad and I spent yesterday evening sitting near each other and reading things. Because the radiator schedule hasn't been amended to account for the chilly evenings, I had to wrap up in my XXL flannel pajamas covered with a print of dancing pigs.
"I am a pork ball," I said to myself, examining my giant, fuzzy knee bags, and insisted that the Lad address me as 'Pork Ball' for the remainder of the evening.
This is how things stand with us, me entering life as a 27 year old, him turning 28. We own all the arcade games, occasionally dine on carrot cake and half a bag of walnuts, and some of us blog about our hair. Would his life be more elegant if he lived with a grownup? Hopefully we'll never know.
Happy birthday, Lad.
Posted by didofoot at November 20, 2006 05:37 PM
Comments
Pork Ball Soup for the Lad's Soul.
Happy Birthday, Gene.
Posted by: bd at November 20, 2006 11:07 PM
At least she washed her hair.
Posted by: Eydie at November 21, 2006 01:10 PM
happy birthday, gene! how is it having become as old as erica?
Posted by: michele at November 22, 2006 08:56 AM
Happy birthday Gene!
Hopefully the show has come and gone, and I can 'fess up: it was I who sent the Chippendales to Ask.com.
Hey, birthdays only come once a year!
Posted by: KT at November 22, 2006 01:41 PM
Happy Birthday, gene! I hope you liked KTs hunky man-flesh.
Posted by: Jacob at November 22, 2006 04:44 PM
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