What do you mean it's not August

Matt and I are in Seattle for the weekend, visiting Grandma and the aunts and uncles. We plied him with the fakest of French Cuisine and chocolate caramel cheesecake. For those who have not had the privilege of attending a Seattle Reeves birthday party, there exists a unique theme for every birthday celebration. I imagine some day we might run out. Matt and I went out for a quick drink so the aunts could decorate in peace. Oh, strange new worlds and bizarre alien creatures.

During this trip we've learned two vital pieces of information.

1. Square envelopes require more postage because they can not be shoved through the automated machines that comprise the United States Postal Service.
2. Our thank you notes reached our well-wishers sporadically or not at all.

As this blog was told to people through the thank you notes, I have to wonder if anyone is out there. Well, here's to doing them twice.

We had a great time the next day going to the grand opening of the Lake Union Park and the 50th annual Greek festival. We saw Brooke and Jim, and had wine that tasted like pine needles. Apparently it's a thing.