I too just landed from a land of scale-encrusted food. Well, New York, at least. Had a fancy dinner there last night, then hopped a plane today to get home in time for Mojo's birthday. Both chimps are seven years old today. It will stay that way until Monday when the older chimp turns eight.

My plane landed in time for me to high-tail it over to their first baseball practice. being that I'm the team's coach, it was probably a good thing that I made it in time (there's a co-coach, so the practice would've been covered). We threw the ball around, the kids ran the bases, and once we were done we drove over to the Dairy Queen. Cookie and Mojo got sundaes and I got the Hairy Queen Disgust-o burger. I'd have eaten anything that Bazzukajoe had pushed aside, but this burger was blowjhinski.

After we ate we walked over to the adjacent driving range and hit a bucket of balls. You should've seen the boys hacking away.

Hey Joey, did the smells remind you of Canal Street, when we used to walk those back alleys to skip the fiasco of the feast?