tremors, a clambake, and a pineapple

All day today, Daniel has been rumbling around in my belly, just like the worms in Tremors.  I just hope he doesn't try to pull any jackhammers down the street with his teeth.

This past weekend FLEW by...  we went to Kennedy Cocktail Hour on Friday night, had a quick visit from some out-of-town guests (hello, Shareen!), had our condo's Clambake Saturday, and recovered and went to the movies yesterday.  Why is it that I always feel like I need a weekend to recover from the weekends?  We had a bit of luck with the clambake, since it was supposed to be in the nineties Saturday...  we had some much-needed shade in the spot we chose in the garden.  We have the best neighbors, if I've never mentioned it before.  Great people to have dinner parties with, who feed our cats when we're out of town, and who bring early birthday gifts unannounced (Thanks, Stephanie) and homemade peach pie (Thanks, Greta.) 

Here's a slideshow from the festivities:



In Kittenland, Daniel is now the size of an average pineapple, without the leaves.

Soon to come, what it feels like to be turning 35, and a hundredth post celebration, which probably just means more of the usual!