Friday was Zarf's 10th birthday. Or as I like to think of it: The Tenth Anniversary of the Last Time I Pooped In Front of a Room Full of Strangers.
This year we celebrated by giving him an obscene number of Ninjago and Iron Man toys. Mr Wrath made him a cake. We went swimming. I was mindful to lock the bathroom door every time I used the facilities.
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As a follow up to a comment left by Allison on my last post, I'd like to draw your attention to my most favourite review on Amazon.com. It's for Rocks and Plants (God's Creation Series) Book 3, by Michael and Caroline Carroll:
Whitney Houston's dead. This is sad, right? Much sadder than when Michael Jackson died. Because Whitney Houston -- unlike Michael Jackson -- wasn't a pedophile who preyed on innocent children.
No, Whitney was a talented singer with bad taste in husbands, who helped make Dolly Parton a billionaire forty nine times over.
Rest In Peace, Whitney Houston, I will remember you when ever I hear your catchphrase "Crack is Whack." Indeed. It is whack.