Speaking of people who rock, my friends and family are uber supportive of this blog. I get all warm and fuzzy inside when one of them gushes over a recipe they’ve tried or crack up over the bevvy of ball-themed antics that all too frequently grace these pages. My absolute favorite, however, is hearing “I smell a blog post!!!” when we’re tearing up the town. That’s precisely what went down at the birthday ball this weekend. Surprisingly, it wasn’t the dress blues clad Marines breaking it down gangnam-style nor was it my assisted thievery of the birthday cake that prompted the need for documentation. It was the defilement of a frozen shark.