Sorry for the extreme lack of posts…To be honest, life’s been pretty busy with work and social activity equally. Wendi and Manna have adjusted well back to life in the States. Manna is back to routine; up EVERY DAMN morning at SIX FRICKIN A.M. and Wendi has become quite a good cook. It’s still very much winter up in the Northeast with temps in the teens and another blast of snow coming tonight. This past weekend Wendi and I went to the casino and yesterday went and drank and played Keno…Are you seeing an addiction building here?

I just read what I wrote above. Pretty random. I think I’ll quit. Here are some pictures:

***We went up to Boston and visited Wendi’s grand parents and these guys across the street were flying with those things. I need one, bad.***

***Our dog is gay. Yes, that’s a sweater.***

***Apparently Wendi is trying to knock Martha Stewart down before she gets out of prison. Good luck, REALLY good luck.***

***One great thing about the Northeast: JUICY LOBSTERS!. One bad thing: The dog makes friends with them and then you kill the dog’s friends…***

Manna is a 60 pound lap dog…

My folk’s and my sister were here for a suprise trip for my dad’s 50th. It was so much fun to see them and I really glad that they are just a cheap, simple flight away now. For dad’s b-day we went up to Boston yesterday for drinking and general mayhem…

***We kicked the day off EARLY by hitting the oldest bar in America, the Bell-In-Hand tavern in downtown Boston.***

***This is the holocaust memorial in Boston. The all glass walk-throughs are etched with the numbers assigned to all of the holocaust victims…this will kill your beer buzz.***

***All of us headed up to the top of the Prudential building for drinks and vomit inducing heights.***

***The drinks are pricey at this place but with views like this, its worth it…***

***My folks are no subway regulars so this experience on the packed subway after a few cocktails was something you had to see. I think my dad threatened to fart and that is why everyone is laughing hysterically, cause if he actually had…we’d be dead.***

***We made it to this place called Dick’s Last Resort…one of the best restaruant ambiences I have ever experienced. It’s one of those places where they make fun of you and are basically assholes while they serve you. My parents loved the 32oz beers.***

***here’s the start of the “hats”. My dad kicked it off with the waitress making him a hat saying “I’m 50 today and still viagra free”***

***Mom was next. Her’s said “I’m still hot, only now it comes in flashes”***

***Mom and Dad with their ultra hip hats.***

***Wendi’s mom got her hat next. It said “My social security number is 000-00-0012″***

***They finally captured me. Mine, obviously, says “1 pump chump”. How’d they know?***

***Wendi got the hair treament. They tied a ton of balloons to sections of her hair and one said “easy” point down to her…again, how’d they know?***

***A group shot of our gay hats.***

***We ended the night at a pub in Fanueil hall, arguably Boston’s most famous attraction.***

Both my bitches are back to make our loving home complete:

[insert photo of Wendi here]

***Manna stands on the deck in Newport, asks “where’s the rum and hot sun?”***

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