Way late

In the shuffle of the move, I forgot to post a birthday message for Big Daddy and Tarrith! Their birthdays were the 27th and 21st respectively. There wasn't nearly as much cake as usual, and I don't think there was more than one candle between the two, but Macaroni Grill was a nice way to spend an evening.

And Dad's present- getting us into the new house. Hey, if he's okay with missing out on the cake...

Happy Birthday, you young'uns you!

And Tarrith, welcome to the adult population. (Or is it voting population?) At eighteen, you can legally drink, vote, gamble, and generally have a good time in Las Ve- Oh, yeah. The fun starts when you're 21 or so. For now all you can do is filch liquor and buy lottery tickets. Heh, sorry 'bout that. I'm sure you'll find ways to have fun. And if you get around to that road trip, I want pictures!