…in the punchbowl


Thirty f-ing two.

Filed under: punchbowl — Matt @ 7:34

My latest milestone, achieved today. Add a wife, two-kids, a dog, a mini-van, and a house in the sub-bordering-on-ex-urbs, and I’m officially a grown-up. At least on the surface!



  1. Awwwww. Happy birthday, love. I don’t know if I ever have known when yours was. Hope it was a good’un, old man.
    (I’m not so far from the big three-two either.)

    Comment by Erica — 2006.05.08 @ 10:51

  2. Happy Belated Birthday.

    Comment by david — 2006.05.09 @ 7:23

  3. I didn’t remember your birthday either.

    Comment by david — 2006.05.09 @ 7:23

  4. ‘salright. I didn’t remember yours and I don’t remember Erica’s.

    Comment by Matt — 2006.05.09 @ 8:43

  5. August 16. Contributions to my boob-job fund gleefully accepted.

    Comment by Erica — 2006.05.10 @ 19:07

  6. Wouldn’t a boob job just stretch out the tattoo?

    Comment by Matt — 2006.05.10 @ 19:40

  7. So I’m told. Guess that’s why I started small there too. (frown)

    Comment by Erica — 2006.05.13 @ 8:32

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