his birthday, part 1

that's right, it's that time again: jazz's birthday.
(i won't tell you how old he is now, but you can probably
figure it out if you go back to last year's birthday and add one.)

things have been a little hectic here, post-ny-adventure, 

so we're sorta postponing super duper celebrations

for the weekend, but to keep things exciting, 

i decided to get jazz some birthday balloons.

which totally freaked lars out, then the
psycho dog from next door barged into our

house and tried to eat us (me and lars) and i 

couldn't get the neighbor woman to see

reason, so i'll probably have to buy

a baseball bat if i ever want to go into 

my front yard again, and then the man of the hour

came home and we ate some deliciousness

from the best pizza place EVER. seriously.

even better than the ny pizza we didn't 

have this weekend. oh, and then i gave

him a card. something about stud muffins.
the old guy at the grocery store thought it was cute.
at least, he chuckled when he opened it up and
read it right in front of me.

now, i'm going to convince jazz to watch some more

of the oh-so-awesome-show-i-now-love, downton abbey,

with me, since, well, it'll probably make his night.

big happy birthdays to the man i love!