And while looking through the pictures on my camera to get that photo I discovered the pictures from my girls’ night from Friday. And What. The. Hell?
Why was that large man rubbing your feet? Why do I have SO MANY pictures of that freakishly tall woman? Who is the guy with no shirt? Were we really alone on a non-dancefloor dancing to the Beastie Boys? Oh my….
We went to Whiskey Blue which is a bar here in Atlanta where women in very short skirts with very high heels and questionable reputations go to fulfill their childhood dreams of hooking up with professional athletes.
And I was wearing flip flops. Which I think is a metaphor for so many things in my life.
I also found pictures from the concrete pouring phase of the Garagmahal. And now I think I can see why we’re already over budget. Goddammit.
So my framer, or should I say carpenter, has a son, or should I say apprentice, named Hey-Seuss Krees-toass which we all know is how our Latin friends pronounce Jesus Christ. And all of the pictures I have of his kid have a strange light emanating from them. Huh. Maybe there’s something to the whole Jesus myth.*
I also have an unfortunate picture, which I won’t share because I’m nice like that, of where Brewster left a big pile of steamy dog love on my friend Laura’s bed. Laura and her kids were visiting and it isn’t even a proper guest bed, it’s an IKEA couch thing and for some reason Brewster decided that would be the perfect place to leave a little present.
Poor Laura. The last time I was at her house I threw up in her bed and now this. Why does she put up with us?
So that’s it. Summer’s over. Again. No more playing in the park until the lightening bugs come out searching for beetles and dancing with abandon and doing rhythmic gymnastics with willow tree branches.
HI-sterical.
Holy Cow…You started school already? We don't start until Sept….When do y'all get OUT of school?
I can't wait for Oliver to start preschool next month – and that's only a half a day!
This year it's Uggs, in a few more years it will be too much eyeliner and really short skirts (if I remember being a teenager correctly). Enjoy the red boots!
I can't believe you're taking your kids' backyard for that thing! Poor kids. Maybe you can send them to Neil's pool or nicely landscaped front lawn to play instead.
I won't touch the Jesus reference.
If Hey-Seuss ever comes inside and tells you he's bored or something, I suppose, since he is now a man and all, you could offer to take him on a field trip to the Whiskey Blue, where it appears some women make the unfortunate mistake of donning forehead-hugging headbands instead of bras. Or he could find his guardian angel in the man who is in the winged Tshirt and attempting to hypnotize all with his eyes.
Don't sweat the Jesus thing, kid. Some people have sprained tongues, which effectively prevents them from placing them firmly in their cheeks.
Also, re: Uggs….I typically find the things hideous, but your kid makes them work. And, RED!
You so crack me up!
The red uggs are a fashion statement. . . in some countries! Hey, I'm trying to help!
I have pink Uggs. They are shoes not boots. But they are just as. . . well. . . you know what. . it doesn't matter! I love them!
you know how i feel about those uggs?
That was a really fun post! Sounds like an awesome summer to me. I can't wait (I really shouldn't say this) for the six hours of child free bliss that school provides.
You just keep buying her those Uggs. I'm pretty sure the reason we're doing so well economically down here is Ugg sales in Europe and North America.
Love the pics. Thanks for not including the dog poop one.
So what does it say when I've lived in Atlanta 10 years and I don't know what Whiskey Blue is…
I had to laugh at the red uggs – its Atlanta and 90-freakin' degrees!