Cupcake, cigars and antique birthdays.

Since I decided at 10am I was starving and got a hot breakfast sammie AND a piece of berry coffee cake at Starbucks I am not hungry for lunch. Instead of eating, I'm blogging. Although I will make an exception for the cupcake icecream cone that our favorite intern Kelly made for me. Doesn't it look delicious? There's a reason she's our favorite intern.

My brother is fully moved into my house and has turned the 2nd floor into a man cave, complete with a massive tv, a giant bean bag chair and lots of video games. The cat doesn't understand why she isn't allowed up there and spends hours staring at his door. He remains unmoved and the "NO CAT ALLOWED" rule stands.

He is already sneaking his guyishness in all over the place. Here are three changes I've noticed already in Week 1:

• The bathroom smells like Old Spice instead of bergamot + citrus.
• A bottle of Jameson is taking up space in the freezer between the frozen peaches and low fat vanilla ice cream.
• On the patio table smoked cigars have replaced pretty little white tea light candles.

Speaking of the men in my life, Dad turns 60 tomorrow! When I mentioned the fact that an old car he has had for years officially becomes an antique this summer, too, and we could celebrate both of them together he didn't laugh. Not sure why. Any excuse for a party, right?

Happy birthday to my daddy.

And his car. 

And America.