About to head out and do the birthday thing–lunch with buddy, buy a peppermint shrimp, mail art…okay, maybe this isn’t the normal birthday thing, but it works for me. I’m 32 years old, I just got a box of author’s copies, life is pretty darn good.
Meanwhile, have the next in the series of things that disturb Kevin!
(Or, as he said, "Well, it’s kind of cute…until you actually see what it’s doing. Still, it’s not as bad as the other one. At least you can’t see the eyes.")
