Happy birthday Josh!

Josh is 33 now. And I gave him a video game for his birthday. What's wrong with this picture?

He celebrated his big day with jury duty -- and of course, with his stellar luck, he was actually chosen to sit on a jury. I told him he should live blog it, but he thought they might frown upon that.

And of course, he can't tell me anything about his case. They must have known I have a big mouth and like to talk about crazy shit on my blog. That, or it's the standard procedure for sitting on a jury. I wonder if the judge is a longtime reader? Perhaps he came across it while searching for incompetent cervix or potty training conversation.

Undaunted by his silence on the matter, we celebrated the rest of his night with presents, cupcakes and an adults-only trip to Ravinia, an outdoor concert venue in the burbs. We had a picnic of sushi and beer and listened to a one-handed pianist. Seriously, he only played with his left hand. It was crazy. And then we were eaten alive by mosquitos who weren't fazed by our organic citronella bug spray.

Happy birthday to you, now put some calamine lotion on those bites.