Mike and I attended a barbeque held by one of his former students. I cooked up a batch of mushroom canapes, thanks to the wonder that is Paula Deen. Mike loved my canapes but pronounced it “canopies.”
I like to sing karaoke using my son’s feet as microphones, particularly songs from The Who.
Some party attendees applauded Nathan for being such a “good crier.” Can you be a good crier? Sometimes he sounds like a creaky door, other times he sounds like a wounded animal. I don’t know if I conceived him at Home Depot or the Woodland Park Zoo.
Have a Happy Indepants Day, y’all!
EDIT: I retract the above. Happy Indepants Day to everyone EXCEPT the teenagers who are setting off the mini-rocket launchers which HAD BETTER NOT WAKE UP MY SON OR I WILL STORM OUT THERE AND REARRANGE SOME FACES.
9:57 EDIT: FORGET IT. I AM LEAVING NOW WITH A NOTEBOOK BECAUSE I AM GOING TO KICK ASS AND TAKE NAMES.
10:55 EDIT: All is well now. I will have to go in hiding because there are some deaths to be avenged. What if we all just listen to the “HAHAHAHA” song and eat ice cream?