Zach turned twelve this past Saturday.With it comes the realization of fleeting time and his skillful mastering of armpit farts.

One of the birthday presents I bought for him was an AC/DC Live Digitally remastered 2-CD set. I might add that it was the only compilation of their more popular songs, as they surprisingly and annoyingly don't have a "best of" CD out there. He's taken an interest in rock in general with his recent endeavor into electric guitar (he's currently learning "You Shook Me All Night Long", and I've been patiently waiting for him to ask that million-dollar question, "Mom, what do they mean by...?").

He was with his Dad over the weekend and had left his new CD home, so last evening I decided to take a listen while cleaning up the kitchen - the motivation of listening to "Thunderstruck" seemed like it could be a good thing, as I still had a mound of dirty dishes (note:18-hour old dried out pineapple puree in a blender is a bitch) from a delectable tapas sampling the prior evening. And so, upon removing the plastic wrap from the CD and opening its tri-fold cardboard jewel case, I was welcomed by this cheery pic on the inside cover (see the tiny ac/dc bandmembers?). I can just imagine the semi-convulsive snorted laughter that will follow when he sees this comic book style nudie, a sort of beguilement that only a 12-year-old boy can produce.

Armpit farts will surely follow...