So my birthday draws near and I will be entering my 24^th year of life this Saturday, August 9^th. And by “my,” I mean Dylan’s. There are those out there who seem to think that both Jeff and I write the Happs, but it’s all me, baby. How do two people even type one thing? It can’t be done. Keyboards aren’t big enough.

As you can imagine, birthdays in Disappointmentville are beyond disappointing, well into depressing territory. I think the plan is to go see Pineapple Express, which I’m happy with, but it’s just dumb luck that a movie that I want to see somewhat coincides with my birthday. There’s also a plan to go bowling next week, which could be fun, but only as fun as bowling can be.

Our schedule is still somewhat erratic and we apologize. You need to understand that Jeff doesn’t simply have bouts of busy times, he just leads a busy life. This is a problem for which there is no cure, expect maybe a bullet to the brain. But then who would draw the comic? Zombie Jeff?

Zombie Jeff got shot in the head!