Finally met the infamous (in my world) commenting MBasch at the Comedy Studio last night. V Funny. I am beginning to believe that I wander through the world covered with a cloak of my own self-absorbed oblivion. Which is to say, that I've seen the MBasch a ton of times, but am incapable of making face to name connections.

Bob Devich flew into town, and after thirty minutes of Big Dig related detours I managed to pick him up and safely deposit his chatty self into my guest bedroom. There was much showing of easter candies on the part of Bob Devich, who was given one assignment by my mom--assemble the Easter baskets for Alana and her girlfriend. Bob Devich wasn't doing a good job of assembling, but he was doing a good job of reaching into his suitcase and pulling out a candy and saying "I'll put this in your Easter basket."

My girly is very excited about my birthday. I get almost hourly updates on how soon my birthday is (very soon!) and how much fun we're going to have (so much fun!) and how excited she is about my birthday cake (it's your ideal birthday cake, Alana!) and how I should stay up until midnight so I can open my presents (no!).