Burfday!

It was a fantabulous birthday with the family and the kiddies at Six Flags. What's even better, is that the two birthday cakes made me forget that my sunburned arm now resembles a neopolitan ice cream: red- completely burned shoulders/white- tshirt tan line/brown-tan forearms.

On a side note, we decided that Vallejo's Six Flags' motto should be: Six Flags- Not the Happiest Place on Earth. It was 'bout to get all Jerry Springer up in there during the wildlife show. Some lady who worked there was yelling at a couple of guests, threatened to call security, and even called someone the N word. Nothing makes a family vacation more complete than a potential knife fight at an animal show. That's what happens when you put a theme park in the ghetto. I'm sure that's not happening at Disneyland.