Cupcake Aftermath

This weekend, at my birthday party, in a rare lapse of judgement, I agreed to take a picture with Cleo feeding each other cupcakes. Of course, before I knew it, cupcake was smashed in my face. Below is a video of the aftermath--pay particular attention to the frosting in Cleo's cleavage, and to Mark's commentary.

Meet Hinman's popular stir-fry chef

The kids love 1835 Hinman's stir-fry chef, and he loves the kids. Remember how much our Hinman stir-fry chef loved the kids?

This new guy ... he seems more normal.

He's what I've always wanted

Today I got a rather bulging envelope in the mail. It was a Valentine's card from my mom, with this stuffed inside:

Ain't she sweet?

Meanwhile, in Colorado...

I realize it's 5 a.m., and I'm sitting in a ski lodge in Beaver Creek all tender and stiff from a day of snowboarding. Oh, I may still be a little drunk. Whatever. I had to pass this along before I forget:

Last night, apres snowboarding, my company held a reception at a bar called the Coyote Cafe. Yeah, I bet you can imagine what kind of place that was. We're standing around and eating and drinking and generally having a great time, when out of nowhere an older (re: our parents' age), taller, heavier man comes up to me and says,

"You know, we've been sitting over there admiring you for quite awhile. You're so cute and you look like you're having the time of your life. You're like a tall Rachel Ray. You look like you deserve a hug."

And that's when he puts his arms around me, lifts me off the ground and twirls me around.

When he puts me down, he walks away. I'm stunned and my two drinking partners, along with the CFO of my company and a couple of other notables, find this really funny.

Me: "Who the fuck is Rachel Ray?!"
Drinking companion: "Oh, don't worry. She's really cute!"

Somehow, this same collegue manages to convince me that, to properly thank them for the complement, I should send over a round of drinks. I do that, and for the next two hours, the table of four men stare in my direction for the rest of the night, much to the amusement of my coworkers.

Well, that's pretty much where the story ends. It's time for me to go back to sleep.

The gift that keeps on giving

Eliina helping me make an important decision

Even though my birthday was well over a week ago, the Official Two-Six Party(TM) went down last night. There were many drinks and much merriment to be had; we started the night at Victor Hotel (a solid A) and ended up at Y (not as great, about a B-) before searching for food and other diversions.

I also received what just might be the first truly selfless gift I've received from a man. And no, it is not the rump sex toy that Eliina is holding in the accompanying photo.

Happy Birthday Cleo

Celebrity Drug Problem Question

While reading Jodie Sweetin's tale of being a major meth addict, I came across the following sentence:

The tabloid press reported a three-day bender as well as an intervention staged by her "Full House" castmates — including the Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen, John Stamos and Bob Saget.

Exactly how out of control do you have to be to have the Olsen Twins stage an intervention on you?