The Red Buffoon turns 30

The Red Buffoon added another decade to his belt, and forced us all to march into the woods again in honor of the occasion. Luckily, I provided protection from bears, coyotes and yetis, yet again.

I will hang here, but I will not be happy about it.

At least some of my favorite people came to join in my suffering. (Cousin Natalie and I were forced to collect firewood and catch fresh trout while the adults lazed about on pine needles. Someone call CPS.)

Plotting my escape...

Hurrah! My old chum Ben came to provide me with some juggling entertainment. He's quite the master.

Six babes. Ohhhh I'm just awful, I know!

Steve and Skye honored the Buffoon with a homemade pineapple upside down cake - made at the campsite. My little Mongolian mind was blown - though no one offered me a piece. I shall have my revenge...

Candles? Really? Oh toughen up you city slickers.