So what's the big celebration going to be? We had plans to go to dinner, but Jack woke up from his nap with a fever, looking like he might vomit at any moment. So, those plans are nixed in favor of a quiet evening at home. I'm disappointed, but I love him more than a million fancy dinners with Mickelle. I just hope he's better by tomorrow so we can have some fun before I leave.
If you look really closely, you can see my best man, Paul Dunn, strutting behind his handywork. Oh Paul, happy belated birthday, by the way. :P