good news!

It turns out that Jesse was not trying to kill me this morning. I forgot that his sense of smell is not as keen as his sense of style and apparently he did not smell the gas in the kitchen. Whew!

My "niece", Erin, just called me and sang a lovely rendition of Happy Birthday. It was wonderful and so nice to talk to her. Do you think she noticed I missed her birthday? Yeah. She did. I suck.