Happy Birthday to ME!

So where's my birthday spanking, huh? I'm supposed to get 22 this year! I'm waiting...

Actually I'm crashing at a friend's place (the place where she's house- and cat-sitting) in Williamsburg, and we're heading to another friend's wedding near Richmond this afternoon. I suggested that we throw some birthday candles on the wedding cake, but nobody else thought it was a good idea.

I'll be back in the 'Burg on the 4th of July for barbeque, vodka watermelon (if we can actually get the vodka into the damn melon... this is turning out to be easier said than done), and possibly some fireworks in Colonial Williamsburg, if we feel like braving the crowds of tourists (tourons).

I'll be driving back north (along with everyone else and their Aunt Jemimas) on Tuesday to resume my life of crossword puzzles, online Scrabble (yeah, I joined the ISC - Internet Scrabble Club - I am the Queen Nerd), and job-hunting.

But for now, I leave you with a blast from Killy's past:


Killy's 8th birthday party! (Athena, as always, is by my side. And check out our bitchin' t-shirts! Ah, 1991. I'm pretty sure I decorated that shirt all by myself, too. Hott.)