Because there's no such thing as too much cheese. Unrolling the braciole of consciousness; shaping the meatball of life. Because everything is funny; you just need to view it from the proper angle. Good for cats. Made in Poland. Because everything is like a hat. You know how those gorillas can be... Very unforgiving.

Monday, October 01, 2007

Around here, you don't get a normal cake for your birthday. And if you do, it's not likely to have your real name inscribed on it. Alane is lucky the cake wasn't addressed to "Mortimer" since that name is still kicking around my head.

Before last night's cake, we ate spaghetti.

And before the spaghetti, we went to the birthday party of one of Cookie's school pals -- at the laser tag place. Mojo was invited too. The two of them were talking about it all week, counting the days and hours. Cookie was up at 5 a.m. yesterday, waking up Alane to remind her that the party at Lazer Xtreme would be starting soon.

Yeah, soon.

Maybe for Cookie and Mojo's birthday party in April we can have live entertainment. Steve can come up and do some karaoke. Can you sing "We Like to Party" by the Vengaboys?
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