Mojo assumed a triumphant pose as he donned the "Hulk Hands" this morning. More like "Hulk Arms" on him.

Today we ate much prosciutto, many olives, and a pile of turkey. The refrigerator is teeming with leftovers, meaning there is no room to store the leftover cake. So we'll just have to finish it all. Of course, that isn't quite possible -- Vito brought a giant chocolate cake from Juniors (I had one piece of that and three pieces of the fancy cake Alane got). Maybe I'll stay up tonight (yeah, maybe!), eat the cake, and sip the cognac left over from the tree-raising (I already killed the vermouth from the Pork & Vermouth Christmas Lighting).

Rumor has it last night's gathering at Spumoni South was another milestone event. I hear Jenia is still finding marshmallows hidden in the folds of his clothing and stuck in the crevices of his flesh. Did anyone remember to fish the sofa out of the pool?