Here's what Thursday February 11 was all about (in a nutshell).

8:20 AM t0 5:00 PM

Went to work. Took photos of my desk, ate a sandwich and decided that I wanted to start referring to nachos as THE Nachos.

5:00 PM to 7:00 PM

Had dinner with my daughter. No pictures. Let's just say she's cute as hell.

7:00 to 8:30 PM

Went to Uncommon Grounds and surfed the web for a little bit. Found this video of Kitty vs Robot. Kitty wins. I have to pee but choose to go later.

9:00 PM to 11:30 PM

Attended the Haiti benefit concert in the new Arthur Zankel music building at Skidmore College with my a friend of mine. It's very crowded. Concert goes 2 1/2 hours. I wish I pee'd when I had a chance.

11:30 PM to 11:35 PM

Dropped off my friend and raced to gas station to pee. Also bought gas.

11:35 PM to 11:37 PM

And Vanilla Wafers.

11:37 to 11:55 PM

Ate the wafers while driving home.

12:10 AM

In bed.

You are what you eat

I started the morning off with cheerios (no milk..just out of the box) and then had half of an orange for a snack. For lunch I had a salad made mostly of baby spinach, arugula, asparagus and carrots dressed with apple cider vinegar and olive oil. For dinner I had vegan lentil soup. Never in my entire lifetime have I ever eaten his healthy. My high cholesterol feels completely betrayed by me.

Dousing the fire in my throat

My throat is currently getting it's ass kicked. I shall fight back with my #1 doctor recommended Chloraseptic.

Happy Birthday Kimberly

This is my little brother. Actually this is Odd Job, one of the more popular villains from the early James Bond movies. But my little brother looks a lot like Odd Job only without the hat. My brother, whose name is David celebrated a birthday yesterday on February 2. Yes. Groundhogs Day. As you would guess, when we were kids there were a lot of inappropriate and very funny "back in the burrow" jokes. So much so that even my mom would join in on the fun from time to time. I normally like to celebrate my little brothers birthday by calling him at 7AM when I know he's still sleeping to wish him happy birthday. As he does every year, he answers the phone and complains about why I call him so early. Some years I'll call and hang up when he answers and then call back in 15 minutes when I know he's fallen back to sleep. When he finally answers he's all cranky and likes to tell me how he doesn't sleep well and wishes I would call later in the afternoon..blah blah blah. It's good to know that this year he didn't disappoint me. He even got a bit mad this year. More than usual. Man, old people can't take a joke.

I usually greet him with my usual "Happy Birthday Kimberly". The name Kimberly comes from when my mom was pregnant and was 100% positive that the life inside of her was going to be a beautiful little girl. They set up the room for a girl, picked a girls name and bought all these cute little dresses for their new daughter. Just imagine their faces when their cute little girl turned out to be an ugly, yet lovable little boy. So they ditched the name Kimberly and named him David instead, they traded pretty dresses for onsies with rocket ships and lions on them and quickly made plans to raise two little boys. My parents told me this story when I was 10. Worst mistake they've ever made. I've called my brother Kimberly ever since. And as you would guess there were plenty of fist fights over the fact that I would call him Kimberly.

Happy birthday little bro. Thanks for the 6 extra weeks of winter. Now would you please remove your head from moms crotch.