with the keeping on and living and all.

Kicking off birthday week with style and grace. I mean, let’s face it. Just about everything I do is dripping with style and grace. Right down to the bump on my forehead I got last night from smacking my head on my nightstand in my sleep. Grace.

Cal gets into everything. Everything. His new thing is he likes to drink coffee. I don’t want him to drink my coffee. But he’s like a tiny addict. He jumps on the table and muscles over to my coffee cup. I pull him off the table. He’s back on the table. I pull him off the table. He jumps on my lap. I move him off my lap. He steps on the computer. I pull him off the computer. He jumps on my lap. I move him off my lap. He’s on the table. He’s off the table. He’s on the table. He’s off the table.

And I just want to pull a Marcia Gay Harden and scream, “YOU ARE KILLING ME! YOU ARE KILLING ME! YOU ARE KILLING ME!”

Cal makes me feel that way all the damn time.

Maybe Cal’s really a great artist and I just haven’t given him the right medium yet. Because right now he sticks mostly to fur, puke and poo to create his works. He can do things you’d never imagine, though.

So, it’s the beginning of Birthday Week. So exciting. I wonder what it’ll be like? Seven days to celebrate me.

You know what I like even better about today? One year ago today Chris was the Cute Single Boy of the Week, and Allison met him. Happy cyber anniversary, you two.