{{Aimee}} Brendon never did that. Maybe 4 times in 14 years. Of course one time he did so at about 2 years while I was on a service call at a high school. Projectile. The school office gave me some clothes out of lost and found because mine were trashed. So much for bringing the kid to work with me.

Bobby was always back at ya. He still does it. Just a couple days ago. Now he is old enough to clean his own mess. This is a good thing.

Another half hour to Fay Day in my time zone. Imma gonna wait.

Fay Day is the best day. And The Cat Daniel is well. It is a good thing.

Hi, there, from the graveyard shift at tech support! It'll be interesting to see what's going on at 4 AM.

Yes, well from the age of about seven until I was about twelve, he was that antique dealing scoundrel Lovejoy to me. With his black shoes and blue jeans and leather jacket. What a style icon of the early nineties...

I was slightly older, but it took me at least an episode and a half before I stopped having Lovejoy issues with Deadwood.

Sadly, just as I was getting into it, Paul was no longer wanting to watch.

Back from pig roast.

Pig was roasted.

Geeking was done.

Holy crap, geeking was done.

Someone, by the way, remind me if I forget that I'm supposed to start listening to the Mountain Goats.

Happy Birthday Fay! May it be the best year evah!

I hate being sick. Right now, I'm sick.

Pig was roasted.

Today was pretty warm. House is still too warm right now. It bodes well for winter, but chilling this place for summer nights takes some effort.

I was going to go swim but was lethargic so I took a quick cool shower instead.

I am marking time while I have the Vornado on the bed sucking in cool outside air. Ready for bed once it drops some degrees.

Happy Birthday. Fay! I hope the rest of the year, and the rest of your time in Thailand, is as good as your birthday was.

everybody seemms so happy - a red wine haze...? how the hell am I supposed to get up in the morning.

so nice to see Fay posting - happy Fay day!

The fact that y'all don't recognize me as a paragon of Kellylike elegance? Hurts like a motherfucker. I gotta tell ya.

Bwah!

Happy happy birthday, Fay! (And the bit about the cat Daniel having a hot fish dinner on the plane cracked me up.)

Today ws goooood. Today involved going to the spa, lounging around in hot pools with friends, and then going to a cute little mom & pop diner-type place for the best beef stroganoff I've ever had in my life. I am much less stressed than I was earlier in the week, that's for sure.

Happiest Birthday, Fay!