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…for my birthday all the way from San Francisco.

I sock the line.

The Man in Black... socks.
Yeah, buddy!

But then, the very next day, I got these pairs of socks from my good friends Bryan and Alisha in Columbus.

More socks!

And this pair of socks (which may or may not be knee-highs for a woman) from my good friend Sue in Los Angeles.

And more socks!

I’m sensing both a trend and a conspiracy here.

Still, all of the pairs are much appreciated… and desperately needed.

I can take a hint.

Socks it to me,

-Shady

Happy first birthday, Grey!

You’re pretty much the best thing ever, and I’m so proud to be your dad.

Love you so much,

-Dad

Happy tenth birthday, Mr. Fabulous!

Feeling so lucky to have this wonderful dog for a decade,

-Shady

Happy ninth birthday, Mr. Fabulous!

Nine wonderful years with the best dog ever,

-Shady

Ice Ice Shady!

Wisconsin proud, motherfuckers!

…for all of these sweet birthday goodies!

Shirt for the skin, stickers for the suitcase,

-Shady

…to Wirtshaus last week to help celebrate my birthday (and watch me drink two liters of free beer out of a gigantic glass boot in the process)!

Beth and I posed for a nice sibling photo at the bar…

Sweet siblings!

…followed by a more accurate sibling photo.

Sparring siblings!

The glass boot ended in an empty success!

Success!

But the two liters of free beer pales in comparison to this group of human beings whom I love with all of my 38-year-old heart.

You're all the best!

On to 39,

-Shady

Yum!

Yum!

Okay, now you're just fucking with me.

Clearly, she’s trying to kill me,

-Shady

Happy eighth birthday, Mr. Fabulous!

Eight great years,

-Shady

"Breaking Bad" birthday schwag from Beth!

Now you’ve seen it,

-Shady

People I love...

...pointing at me.

Thanks for making a birthday boy feel loved.

And for the beer,

-Shady

Old Poop!