Happy Birthday to me!

31 years ago today, Mom and Dad peered into my little, howling red face, glanced at each other and decided to have dogs from there on out.

And what fun activity did I engage in today?



Why, I went to the GYM! Which is, oddly, slightly less buring-in-hell hot than trotting around the perimeter of the FOB, stumbling over loose gravel.

And this evening we'll celebrate with meat. Could be be worse.