Birthday Boxes

You know it's going to be a good time when this shows up on your door.

And when he picks up these.

So, I picked up this. 

The light in the living room is terrible. 



In honor of K's birth, we dined on seafood and played Wii all evening. And argued over who should be thanked. 

K should be thanked because if it weren't for him, we wouldn't have crab and mussels, and to die for smoked salmon sent to our door.

But, then again, we should thank his mom because, well, there would be no K at that table.


Really though, I should be thanked because if I didn't move, then there would be no shipping of the seafood.  Although, we wouldn't need to ship it because it would be next door. 

We just thanked my parents though because they sent it.

So, we ate crab then beat the shit out of each other on the TV.

You jealous?

Happy Bday, K (and Dad, and Jon). 

Terrible light.