My good friend Benito recently treated me to a spectacular birthday dinner (a week in advance of the occasion I might add). Dude, thanks again; that ribeye, and the fresh Brandy Boy tomato off the vine, was just stunning. And the wine! Mmm mmm.

This reminds me of one of my favorite dumb jokes.

Q: When's your birthday? A: August 8.

Q: No, I mean, what year? A: Every year. (ba-dum ching ;-)