Birthday and Thanksgiving photostravaganza. For your viewing pleasure, since I've heard I don't quite update enough.

The Birthday Party:

Sarah will cut you. If you happen to be a cake.



Grark. I do so...um.



Grace might also cut you. Regardless of the status of your cakeness.



Bootsie was curious as to why she could not have Mark's beer.



Mark and arm accessories.



Really possibly my favorite picture.



In which I decline to be interviewed by Star Reporter Ramos.


Thanksgiving Pre-Game:

The cheese no longer stands alone. Bethany took this one. Awesome!



Every Thanksgiving, it's not enough for my dad that we have cranberry sauce and cranberry relish. We also have to have a cranberry(ish) Jello. Here, it tries to run away.


Day After Thanksgiving Walk It Off:

Oh, sorry. Was that my biological clock?



Rochester, from the top of some hill.



We looked like giants.  ¶ 6:32 PM 0 comments

  Infinite Jest celebration at Housing Works Used Book Cafe
John Kraskinski!




As a model citizen.


The screenwriter, kicking reading ass.


The editor.  ¶ 12:12 AM 0 comments

  Flowers of Montreal, part 1.
Umbrellas of Cherbourg, meet your match.

This size doesn't quite do the thing justice. Really, you should see it in large or better yet original to get the little details. I am rather fond of this one.  ¶ 8:59 PM 0 comments

  ouzo fraid of the big bad wolf?
In which I put the smackdown on the liquorice Greek liquor.  ¶ 2:03 AM 0 comments

  Rabbit and moon.

From Minneapolis. In the Sculpture Gardens.  ¶ 9:49 PM 0 comments