"You're going WHERE??!"

Me too, Foster.  Me too.

This week marks the dreaded 'back to work' week (which has managed to overshadow the big 3-0).  My general attitude is being reflected in the flattering picture of Foster shown above.  As hard as we tried, Jonas and I didn't end up hitting the jackpot in Power Ball or Mega Millions, so it's back to the grindstone on Monday morning.

We did have a pretty eventful last week together though:

 We saved a turtle from certain death on Vassar Street (and then discussed the dangers of E. coli and reptiles.  Seriously.)

We caught a cold.  And saw Dr. Kumar (of course).  Good news -- 11.5 pounds, and healthy...minus feeling a little crappy.

Foster and Jonas kept the big surprise BBQ a secret long enough to (finally) surprise me.

 And we played.  A LOT.

And counted.

66 days until Thanksgiving Break.