My birthday cake only had nine candles this year. I think the only reason I got candles at all was because Ainsley wanted to help me blow them out. Kristen found a lightly use box left over from the twins' birthday party last month. I'm 35 today. It was a quiet birthday. I slept a little later than normal this morning. The kids had been up for an hour making cards out of construction paper and stickers. They sang "Happy Birthday" and we had chocolate cake for breakfast together. I normally don't eat breakfast, but I make exception when there is chocolate cake. I worked until lunchtime, then ate lunch while watching Attack of the Show , which has become my daily retreat into geekdom. I wasn't feeling well, so I took a nap and a rather large poop, both of which helped. This evening Kristen took me to the Terrapin Cantina, a Mexican Restaurant about 30 minutes up t
SunFyre is written by a guy in a wheelchair, thus "...words from a seated position." However, this journal isn't about being disabled. I'm a husband, father of twins, entrepreneur, author and occasional political pundit.