Celebrated my daddy's birthday last night on the Avenue of the Arts. And was tricked into memorializing the event with my camera phone to taunt out-of-state family members who couldn't be there.
We kind of annexed the two tables next to the one we claimed. And had an impromptu birthday cake made of various Cosi desserts and a pint of Häagen-Dazs. There's City Hall in the background!
And the mayor stopped by to wish my dad a happy birthday. When you live in a small town, everyone knows everyone.
About a gazillion points to whoever can figure out the connexion between the title of this post and my dad's shirt. I'll give you a hint, since it's pretty much impossible otherwise: He's wearing a sports jersey he obtained while in South Africa.
And I'm supposed to blog more, since KT is isolated in Iowa and I am her only link to the real, non-Iowa world. But I really don't have anything much to say. The high today is supposed to be 87. [Do you know how I found that out? My DASHBOARD! Muah.]
Pee-ess: I like how every other post on this page has two comments. It's as though it's implying that you all have lesbian mothers. "Yeah, well yrmoms = 2!"
Pee-pee-ess: I officially don't have tuberculosis. So no tragic Victorian death of consumption for me [à la Satine!].
P^3S: Sandra Day! What are you thinking about?
"I was born to be a dancer"
Born to be a Dancer by the Kaiser Chiefs
Kaizer Chiefs - South African "football" team
Vodacom Challenge - Hardest "football" match
Vodacom - Biggest sponsor of the SA football; cell phone company
Your dad's shirt
Gazillion points, plz. And that's weird about Mayor Street.
Meh, as long as there's something new for me your work is as good as done. Unless you wrote 'kt is the scourge of the earth, I hope she never returns'. I get that a lot. And it makes me cry.
Well i strongly dislike typekey.
How did you get to eat on that avenue of the arts?
when i comment it never goes through