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I have no doubt that posting this photo will earn me an earful or two, but I’m going to do it anyway. Because it’s adorable and I’m a dork and this is my blog and neener!

Happy birthday, baby. Let’s keep on laughing.

Every year, I’m all, This year I’m going to get people together the week before Christmas for birthday drinks! And every year I do nothing of the sort because Christmas insanity and work obligations settle like lead and by the 23rd I feel like I am underwater, and the time just evaporates. I have never gone out to celebrate my birthday. Ever. In 29 years. It’s weird watching other people do it. It looks like fun. Some day I have got to figure out how to get that done.

Memorial Day weekend was also the weekend my grandmother turned 78 years old. She’s my only remaining grandparent and I am working on the technology to allow her to live forever.

Freckleface and Gingerballs turned three years old on April 20. I simply cannot let the date of their birth pass without posting this picture, which I know I have posted on this blog before as a lolcat but which still cracks me up mightily, even sans words.

It’s really weird that I thought Jack was a girl back then. He grew up to be a big ol’ boy. And Sally is my little ninja. Right now they’re lounging on the pet beds in the office — Jack to my left and Sally to my right — just waiting for me to go to bed so they can either crank up their energy and stalk around the house like tiny psycho tigers OR sweetly get in bed with me and keep me warm. I never really know what they’ll be in the mood for from night to night. They like to keep it interesting that way.

Here’s to finally being out of those terrible twos!

If, for some reason, you find yourself unable to find any photographs of cats on the internet, might I direct you to this compilation?

Her birthday was actually Friday, but I’m wishing her a bloggy happy birthday as hard as I possibly can.

Happy birthday, Dad. Fifty-five years young.

But — and don’t tell anyone — he’s not really all that terrible at all.

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Margaritas in celebration of mortality! I think A would delight in the darkness of that statement.

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Sassy as ever, she is.

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