the whole shebang.
i wish i knew what that meant.
just one of those phrases i love and want to incorporate into my everyday life.
"what kind of pizza did we get, brigitte"
"...the whole shebang"

"what is the child's middle name to be?"
"thewholeshebang"

i say i'll incorporate it like i said i would incorporate "boss" into my vocabulary...that never happened. i had ample opportunity to do it, too. but the problem is, i can never remember to say it...and then i make a sexual joke. thats my problem, my heads in the gutter. 

well today i'm celebrating 3 birthdays.
1) the man i call father
2) my older nephew, caleb
3) my brand spankin' new nephew, liam

i feel bad for my nephews b/c for the next 15-18 years, they'll have the "happy birthday liam AND caleb" joint birthday cake. they're 2 days apart and both born far earlier than they should've been. figuritively and literally.

yeah well the party is mostly for caleb today and we're decorating with "m-elmo" (he's 2, give him a break), and then tonight my dad gets what he loves more than sex and the huskers together, JAIPUR, which is his favorite indian restaurant. he'd bathe in warm muligatawny everyday if he could.

well now i must go to tape paper to our walls and blow up ballons. pointless activities, i agree, but little kids love that shit.