Charlie and I have birthdays tomorrow. Charlie will be one. I will be 49.

We're pretty happy creatures. The only thing that might improve our lives is to get our Lucy leveled out.

Also, neither one of us can sing worth a rat. We get points for sincerity, but nothing for key, or pitch, or tone.

So we've been sending out prayers and good wishes for Francesca to sing in our place tomorrow. We have much to be thankful for.