The good news: C-note and I are flyin' the coop today, getting out of town. Headed for the big par-tay!!
The bad news: C-note insists upon bringing not one, but TWO guitars.
I gently remineded him that we are FLYING, not driving. A little detail that has still failed to register any change of heart.
May the Lord have mercy upon us as the dynamic duo (Tall and Wee daughters) maneuver the taxi cab, the Southwest Airlines security maze, and the stench of fast food with a teenager carrying two electric guitars. If he didn't have such a sweet smile . . . . .
Okay, Mr. B is listening to the radio again, this time it's Moon River. Geez. Nobody tell C-note! He'll faint.
Mr. B ran out of blue paint yesterday, so today he has substituted toothpaste. Minty fresh.
SMART AS A WHIP, that boy is. C-note gets five A's and one B+. Whoa baby.
"Chicken, Fwench Fwies, BA WOO!!!"
Bumper sticker of the day: An eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind.
Bodhi goes back to her rightful owner today. Hooray, yes hooray. As much as I love her, my humble abode is covered with dog hair of the cattle dog kind, and I think I may have to vomit if I have to pick up one more dog turd from the back yard. Yuck, yuck, yuck.
