Need to get one of these:
"Butt Ugly Pasta" would be a good name for a band.
"Butt Ugly Pasta" fits nicely in the keywords.
Need to get one of these:
Evenin'
Let's just say all that complainin' I did last night shoulda been saved fer today.
Luke had a birthday party to go to at Chucky Cheese. Being the only ambulatory licensed driver in the household, the task fell to me. Alas, it was not an "official" Chuck Cheese party.
What does that mean? Only that since it's not "official" the waitstaff can't identify the party in question. I had never met these people.
So, in a room full of 200 munchkins and assorted parental/guradian types, ~Luke~ was the only one who knew who we were looking for.
To embrace the experience, visualize turning an alcoholic loose in a liquor store...and asking him to find the peanut butter.
Eventually he found his friend and we had the, um, ~usual~ enjoyable Chucky Cheese experience.
In other news...
Nana's arthritis in her hands has "suddenly" gotten a lot worse. And she's not making this up. Her hands are red and swollen. We think the variable may be the brace the doctor prescribed, but that wouldn't affect both hands. We're calling both doctors in the a.m. Even though they are communicating, we're not too comfortable with the fact that two doctors are treating the same problem.
Also...
We had all but decided that Jr. would not go back to Brazil this summer. But danged if he didn't go and get himself a partial scholarship from the Missions Dept.
But, the good news is that our small group (the wine people) have already discussed it and plan to help him get the rest of his money together to go.
So, there's that.
;-)
And finally...
Izzit 24 yet? Izzit 24 yet? Izzit 24 yet? Izzit 24 yet?