Happy Birthday Julie.

Julie is now a baker's dozen.
A few hours into her birthday, I was woken up by booming thunder and lightning. Weird because when I moved here, I was told that San Francisco had no thunder storms, which was a bummer because they are my favorite form of weather ever. As a child, we were always told that "the angels were bowling" whenever some kid was being a pussy and crying at the thunder. I was always skeptical.

So happy birthday Julie, the angels were doing blow and krumping this morning--- in honor of your birthday. Duh.