The birthday boy and his balloons
There he is, The Birthday Boy. Or "The KING" as he refers to himself.
We had a small party for him on Saturday night, went pretty well. I had the pleasure of ordering 4 18" pizzas which is always fun. We've got a ton of leftover pizza and cake in the fridge which is very bad news.
Last night after working out I ate a MAMMOTH piece of cake. I told the wife that the MAMMOTH slice of cake and I were going to town with a bunch of credit cards. We were going to get high interest cash advances and hit the casino boats and strip clubs. Funny thing was after eating said MAMMOTH slice of cake my blood sugar went berserk and I wound up eating a MAMMOTH slice of pizza. This was all right before bed. Had a miserable night's sleep because of it.
