To celebrate Mojo's birthday today we visited another indoor water-park -- Kalahari, not very far from the place we went to last time (Alane had offered them a traditional birthday party or the option of a water-park trip -- they opted for the latter).

So how was Kalahari? It was Krapahari. Too many people. Too cold. And some surprisingly bad design elements. Taken with the fact that Mojo woke up this morning resolved to renew his hold on the title "Mr. Furious," it was a particularly trying day.

We're already back at Berea-Rose (expensive day-passes to Kalahari notwithstanding) and we've eaten some of the leftover hamd and potato salad from yesterday. We had some people over and it was a good time. I mentioned to Marie in the morning that we'd have 11 people here for dinner and I wasn't sure I would be able to pull it off. Then I remembered I was talking to Marie -- who could feed 11 people with the ease some people display in making a peanute butter sangweech. I should know better than to complain.