Happy B-Day Mari!

Yesterday was Marina's 18th birthday. I still remember the gap-smiled devil I met when she was only 7. The first time B and I went out, she pitched a fit of biblical proportions (I refer here to the satanic bible). Along the road, she emerged from her Goth/Grunge phase (not her fault: we were living in Seattle!) as a beautiful, wonderful young woman.

I love you Mari! Parabens!

Pictures of birthday shindig forthcoming.