By now everyone knows that Nov. 4th was kind of a big deal- but I always knew that. Here’s my day- keeping it real on a sweet b-day.
|Awaken! Way too early!|
The most crucial ingredient to any successful day- Italian Roast.
Coffee and (homemade, of course) cornbread. Desayuno de loscampeones.
First jam of the day, as told by a horribly out-of-focus phone pic.
Kristin: Ahead of the game. Thanks.
Exercise is horrible.
Get fancy for the DMV (it did no good).
Directly after I took this picture, some DMV guy walked by and said “About 1 hour from right here,” and pointed at me.
Ugh. My paperwork is piling up.
Fruits of labor.
Even bros vote around here.
Reward time: beastly present opening.
In the box- fuzzy destruction. My lady is the raddest.
[Note: There should be a picture here of Dawn and I dining at my favorite vegan restaurant , but I forgot to take one. We were getting the full hippie on.]
New shoes and the finest in punditry- Stewart/Colbert.
The rest of the audience: Dawn, Oliver, and Danielle.
We weren’t sure, so we had to check with these evil bastards (that’s Karl Rove’s fat ass attempting to hold back tears).
Celebrating patriotism like a Frenchman.
A fantastic end to a mostly fantastic day. Cheesecake!
Aaaaaaand that’s pretty much it. Sorry for the terrible formatting (thanks Blogger!) and the terrible pictures (thanks Lack of Skill!).