Happy Barfday to me

My birthday started at 7 a.m., when Sam puked on me and my bed.  Not the best birthday greeting I've ever received, that's for sure.

By the time I got him cleaned up and settled on the couch, I was feeling pretty poorly myself.  With Chris and Charley on a man-venture this weekend, it was up to me to tend to sickie Sam, while running to the bathroom myself.  Fun!

I really hope that one's birthday is not representative of the year to come, because I have big plans for 2011-12... and they don't involved as many bodily fluids as today.

So, since there are no cute picture from today, here are a few from Emily and my joint birthday party yesterday.  Now that was actually fun.

 Emily gets loved up by the kids, and celebrates being a decade younger than me.

 Granny, nearly 93, looks pretty spiffy.

 Sir Jack B. is a big Bubba.  He's absolutely impossible to ignore.  Funny, loud and adorable.

When a kid looks like this on the way home from a party, I consider it a total success.  Of course, upon reflection, he was probably just pre-sick.

If this is what happens when you get older, then I'm not buying it!

Wish me a better tomorrow, please?