The boy's birthday party went well. That we boarded the dog and can now trust all the kids to play upstairs and in the basement helped to reduce the chaos. It was also a decent day for weather, unlike last year when Sam's party was snowed out. The whole thing ended up being easier to manage than expected, so that's cool, but I'm greatly looking forward to when he can just invite a few friends over and we can forgo the whole family gathering. I mean, I really can't recall anyone making such a fuss over our birthdays when my siblings and I were kids.
Sunday, I went to Ashland to hook up my mom and dad's new Toshiba LCD. Yes, my parents have finally left the 1980s behind and have a TV that won't fry their eyeballs or make them tilt their head to level the picture out. My reward for doing this? A Donna D's pizza. I love me some Donna D's. It's the pizza I grew up on, which of course means it's the best pizza in the world.
Yes, I realize that's probably not true, but I have yet to taste a pizza I like more, and I lived in NYC for five years.
Life has an open receiver streaking across the end zone, but a badly thrown ball allows our defender to make a play on it.
Life's ball: 2nd and goal on my 8.
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