on sunday, my family celebrated the birthday of the fine fine m. socks. we went out to bascali's brick oven restaurant, and i had lasagna again. (because it had been so good the night before, you see.) i got m. socks some socks! (i am so clever!) and a mixer so that she can make more cookie press cookies and give them to me me me me... er, i mean, so she can mix the cookie dough better.

my dad has a cold, and is coughing like mad and using his inhaler all the time. i am moderately worried. i mean, he doesn't seem any sicker than he usually is when he has a cold, but he is not one of those people who gets a little pale and needs to rest but is otherwise fine; he does not get colds gracefully. you can tell he's sick. more on this in the other blog, i think. (replace betsy with lll in the url above.)