Happy real birthday, Christopher! This is when he visited us in Maine - I was about 13, so he was a few years outta high school. He biked from Boston to our place; we lived in a really small town outside the capital of Maine (Augusta). That was the best summer. I do believe that he is looking at his birthday card!
And here is another for FAF.
Yes, a bookmark. Guess where I'll put it? Heh. I'll press it between two sheets of cold laminate first though.
God what a night! Some intense dreaming.
Man pees on mattress: check
Kendra arrives from Germany and I'm too tired to realize: check
bus crash: check
(but I did save the library books)