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I totally suck at bloggering. However, you have to admit that when i bring it, it's absolutely worth the wait. After all, photos of Baby Jane and cake are pretty much enough to get the most cheerless chap through another drab day. "Why the cake?" you may ask. Well, somebody had a birthday recently and it may or may not have been yours truly. Here's how the special day went down: slinging coffee with the brew ladies, japanese cuisine and iced cream with the family, ridiculous sinus headache and earache while watching mst3k, pepperoni pizza and ed wood's glen or glenda. All in all, pretty much rad. The next morning, i worked eight and a half hours at the brew and came home with this...

I worked for three and a half years at the sbux and never once had a watermelon cake bestowed upon me for my birthday by my boss. Suck on it, sbux. When i arrived home i was greeted with kisses and the following...

I'm not real sure why it took us nearly seven years to ice that fireplace, but i'm diggin' the crap out of it. I gotta say, i'm pretty much inspired to attack the kitchen cabinets next. At the moment, Mama Jane doesn't seem to share my enthusiasm for such an endeavor. Stay tuned to see how this one pans out. And now, let us commemorate the fireplace as she used to be with a strange photo featuring a ghostly Baby Jane...

Later on, we went nuts at half-price books and threw down three coupons and some cash for some eels, muppets, and richard scarry. The best part is that Baby Jane is now singing 'the rainbow connection'. I'll just let you imagine how sick with cute that happens to be.

In closing, apparently there is a show on a&e about midgets and pitbulls.

It may or may not be called 'the pit boss'. Mama Jane says, 'clever, huh?'

Later dudes.