i'll be . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

while recently reflecting upon the act of waking my neighbor with the obscene volume of celine dion belting from the inner walls of my kitchen, i realized i actually had living proof of such a thing.

and i couldn't resist.

[but probably should have. no, definitely should have. oh well.]

all good memories need a visual. otherwise few people will believe it ever happened.

this clearly doesn't take place inside my kitchen.

but has.

ignore the fact that this reads as a happy birthday video.

[mainly because i can't figure out how to remove the graphic. and almost threw my computer against the wall trying to do so. and then realized that i quite like my computer and quite like the fact that there is a happy birthday graphic which i can't remove and shouldn't because this did, in fact, take place during the single greatest and most historic birthday in all of creation. not to be outdone until the next one rolls around and we do it all over again.]

it is neither my birthday nor is it erin's, but it doesn't really matter because it might as well be.

all.day.every.day.

when things like this happen.

which is often**

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**before sacrificing all sentiments of self dignity, i should let it be known that this actually only happens when the two of us are together. i can't tell you how or why (most importantly why) this ever got tossed into our repertoire, but it did. and we have to live with that. and love it. and own it.

erin: the 2 thumbs up really adds something special.

brooke: does this look familiar to you? because it should. it's yours.