On Birthdays and Bummers

I wanted to write you a post called "It's My Birthday and I'll Blog If I Want To," because it sounded clever, but I couldn't. Because I was too wet. It rained on B.B. King, it rained on the Botanic Gardens, and it rained on me. On my birthday. A lot. On the upside, because of the rain, I got to drive home with no pants on. That was nice.