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How to Endure and Possibly Triumph Over the Adorable Tyrant
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38 is the new 37.

So I turned 38 on Monday, which was also Memorial Day, so I got to pretend that everyone had the day off because of me. The parades? All about me. Take that, honored war dead!

Generally I enjoy my birthday (except for the year that Phil Hartmann was murdered--thanks for ruining my birthday, guys), but this year ranked among the best birthdays so far.

I started my day with a lesson in anatomy.

Birthday present from Henry.

It seems that I am not much more than a bag of gastric juices, which explains much. And I am filled with bubbles, which clears up some things as well. I also have a fairly undersized brain. Or an oversized head. At any rate, it was educational.Thank you, Henry!

(Some of) the adults

We had a Memorial Day barbecue, which meant that Scott got to spend the day frantically grilling. I'm sure he loved it, although I couldn't ask him because he was too busy cursing under his breath.

Rushing to the grill.

Only some people knew that it was also a day to celebrate ME ME ME and everything I stand for. Then the cake came out and those people had to admit that they didn't know it was my birthday, and I stared at them in shock before bursting into tears and throwing my cake on the lawn. Wheee!

Because I was busy sucking down sangria and traumatizing acquaintances, I didn't take many pictures.

Here are some children wreaking havoc on my new birdbath. Damn kids!

Children love mud, and moms love...not this.

My other present was that for the first time in MONTHS, our dog didn't tear ass out of the yard the first chance he got. Charlie's been hell-bent on escaping ever since the temperature rose above 40. Mind you, we're all fenced in, but Charlie can flatten himself and squeeze through fist-sized holes, because he is actually a rat. Did I mention that we found him in a gutter in Tijuana? I knew that was a mistake.

Anyway, if you grill enough meats, your dog will stay put. And then pass out.

Charlie, filled with meats.

While the dog snoozed, the kids ran around in circles, crammed full of juice and hot dogs, spraying each other with the hose. By some birthday/Memorial Day miracle, they all lived to enjoy the birthday cake.

Some kind of performance art is going on.

I know I've griped about suburbia, but I must say, in the past few months I have been happier than ever to live here. There's space, and birds, and neighbors who jump the fence to come hang out with you. This is a good place to be.

Reader Comments (60)

Very happy birthday week Alice.

See how I did that? Now it's not belated at all, is it.
June 1, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterMom101
So what exactly does one do about those Bubbles? Bossy suffers from the same anatomy.
June 1, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterBOSSY
I celebrate you and everything you stand for EVERY DAY.

June 1, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterIsabel Kallman
I have that orange tube! Or, well, I did. But the dog peed on it when we brought it to my mom's, and now it resides by their pond in a sort of car-on-blocks-on-a-smaller-scale way.

Suburbia sucks in theory and a lot of times in reality, but you can't beat a nice big backyard with room to play.

Happy belated (really, really belated) birthday!!!
June 1, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterMelanie
you know... it's so clear in your writing when you're at your happiest. it's infectious. that's a good thing.
June 1, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterIsabel Kallman
you know... it's so clear in your writing when you're at your happiest. it's infectious. that's a good thing.
June 1, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterIsabel Kallman
Happy Birthday, Alice!

You know, I've been reading your blog for a couple of years now, and I'm realizing that it's turned out consistently to be the first not-someone-I-know blog I click on hoping for fresh stuff. You snuck up on me, sneaking into my favorite pure bloggy goodness spot.

To celebrate your birthday, here's a drawing of your cat:


Izzy is facing the other way and dipping her head down into a bowl cream! Ice cream is festive and comforting. (I hope the little muffin is on the up and up.)

June 1, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterTina
P.S. It looks, I know, like the letter "Q". But don't be fooled. It is a carefully made pen-and-ink drawing that I magically hung on the screen.

It's also framed. The frame is glass.
June 1, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterTina
I need to live where you live. Your yard is my dream yard, perfect for eating outdoors, fence jumping, and summer evening cocktail parties. Please tell me where one can obtain such a yard, or any yard at all. I am in love.

Very happy (belated) birthday to you, and where was the photo of the cake? I was preparing myself for drooling, but alas, it did not occur. Nice drawing, too, by your son, by the way.
June 4, 2007 | Unregistered Commenterm
regarding henry's take on anatomy: man, i wish i had paid attention during bio. what do you mean, the brain to head ratio on that picture is wrong?
June 10, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterPriya

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