Happy Birthday, Mister President...

Today I will extoll the virtues of the three-day weekend. Just when you think Sunday is your last day of rest, your last day to sleep past 9am and eat ice cream for every meal, BAM! No work on Monday. So far I've taken a long walk with my neighbor, had a lovely brunch, taken a short trip to Brooklyn, and accidentally punched David in the face hard enough to make him say, "OW! You just punched me in the forehead!" Whoops.

Now I'm going to take this big dumb animal to get some ice cream and take some photos on this beautiful, sunny, frigid day.