Our Old Man is 34 today. He got lots of great presents. Sam's present was waking up at 5:30 AM and crawling in bed with us to wiggle for another 1 1/2 hours. Mia's present was dressing up like a princess and then acting like one. My present to Mark was waking up sick. Poor guy had to do the dishes on his own birthday. But Mother Nature came through with the best present of all: sunshine! In the end, I managed to pull myself out of bed to make dinner and cake, and he did get the one present he really wanted: a mop. Yes, the man wanted a mop for his birthday. That's why we love him.