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Happy Birthday to Me

My wife, aka the conniving liar, threw a surprise party for my 35th birthday yesterday. And yes, George, we all know: that rounds up to 40. And it was indeed a surprise as I stood in my front yard, grimy from raking and mowing, watching the convoy of guests drive up. Sneaky bastards, the lot of them.

But the party was a ton of fun, thanks to the hard work of Kari and friends (basically everyone except me). Of course, Buddy and Sam were the centers of attention. For those who marveled at Buddy's non-stop ball-chasing fixation, here's evidence that he does occasionally sit still.

Thanks everyone! I should turn 35 more often!