I'll try to update as we go but that seems a little ambitious, don't you think? 

9:43 AM

He's yelling at the Depends Commercial on our TV, "you're sitting there PISSING!" he screams while he shovels birthday omlette down his gullet.

Switching channels from Maury to  Dr. Phil and back again.  codependency vs dysfunctionalism vs babydaddys. 

(OS has entered my life!  

At 8AM I think of yesterday's post about hot kitchens while cooking chicken sausage before BirthdayMan wakes.  I am in an 85 degree ungodly hot kitchen because Mrs Michael's Texas Chocolate Sheet Cake was in the oven by 7:25AM and the residual heat and humidity has settled on the entire house centered in my kitchen like a humungous leaky hot water bottle in a towel wrapped around me. )

^{view from my kitchen window early this morning, grey, VERY VERY moist, CT has devolved into JUNGLE!} 

 ...now he's switching channels to Stephan Colbair who's interviewing Orally Taits.  Orally Taits?  This is her REAL NAME!  She is a lawyer AND a dentist AND a second degree something with an eastern European accent.  Info says Stephen's also going to have on Arianna Huffington. 

 so is this going to be the battle of the Gabors?  or did the programmer get confused by all that euro-trilling?

Dogs are High Fiving, which in Dog Language is Bulldog Winston Woos way of being a party guy, showing dominance and saying Hi Everyone!  Poppy Hound is rrwwwooing. 

It's 9:57, the cable guy is coming in 33 minutes, I haven't showered and the house is covered in a thick layer of doghair. 

^{evil winston caught!}

^{all this dog fracasing is not sitting well with Poppy OCD Girl}

BirthdayMan has disappeared into the bowels of our home to play with his new giant HD, upon which he will store millions upon millions of files.  

 MORE LATER.  I DO NOT SMELL RIGHT.

10:06

Hubbins insists I read this to him, I do and when I tell him this is my ongoing blog he tells me "you're braindumping!'  I like that better.

STINKYMONKEY OUT!

11:39AM

Oh the indignity of having to blog OFFline.  pathetic. bourgiose. UNhip, UNcool, very UNyoung. Cableman here now, men actually...we are swarming w cable men in basement literally crawling under things.  Very exciting if you're a geek, which my husband is, so they're all downstairs with the myriad wires, speaking Geekese.  I'm up here in airconditioned splendor, tippytyping but "not yet, no net". 

....gives me chance to shop todays images, some from phone this AM, some from camera.  Surprised electronics is so stable in such shvitzish heat.  I certainly am not.   But stability is not my strong point, regardless of barometer.

Hubbins splendidly cooperative re: blogfesting.  seems to enjoy being subject of this daily obsession ...tomorrow he knows he will be yesterday's news.  (sadface)  But today he owns his very own 15 very special minutes and he's sucking it up through my big fat BIRTHDAY BLOG!!

:::singing HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU (MY DARLING BIRTHDAY BIGBUTT MAN):::

12:05PM

UGH...basement apparantly terribly shvitzish because BirthdayMAN has emerged from it's deeoest caverns and this is not the man I knew an hour ago. 

grumpy because net frackas is HIS FAULT..Yes it is HIS HIS HIS!!  too many wires, too many dark places with connectors connecting, crackling, interferring, stopping transmission, the monster died on HIS watch!!

::madcackling::

(PERSONAL REMINDER: be nice.  today is birthday.  smile.  be sweet. serve more cake. show more boobisses!)

DONNA REED MONKEY OUT!  

DEATH OR CAKE!

for birthdays, we choose cake! 

This is Mrs. Michael's Texas Chocolate Sheet Cake of Deliciousness. 

Hubbins rates this: EXCELLENT FIVE STARS!! 

you should be feeling a pang of jealousy right about now...

"hell is a cake with no icing"

 “Birthdays are nature's way of telling us to eat more cake.”