Happy Birthday, M!

Laurel and I are sitting here waiting for M to come back from running a few quick errands. When he gets home, we're going to give him his birthday presents. I can't wait for this because, well, things like birthdays are so much more fun with a little kid. Laurel picked out his presents and made him a card.

Last night my parents watched Laurel. M and I went out and ate way too much Indian food with Stan, Jack, Tony and Rita. The best part of the night was when dinner was over and Rita said, "I feel like having a beer. Let's go to D's" and we did! (By the way, the late happy hour specials at the Monroeville location are amazing.)

I first met M when he was sixteen years old. He was awesome then, and just gets better with age. I wish him all the best on this day and another 31 years at least.