Today I am a ma'am. I totally stole that from Valerie Harper - PLAGIARISM ALERT, KLAXON SOUNDS. I just really like that line; I heard it years ago and I've never forgotten it. PS - If you call me ma'am I will punch you, just so we're clear.
Yesterday Spencer and Chrissy threw me a little birthday get-together. For some reason I didn't have the presence of mind to get a picture of the chocolate orange cheesecake-like goo that Spencer made. It was DELICIOUS.
This is not a picture of cheesecake.
Somehow - and I'm pretty sure this is Chrissy's fault - we ended up reading stories Spencer wrote as a child. You guys, they featured a land octopus, the word "backguns," and a cowboy named Billy who had killed hundreds of indians and wolves by 1978.
Lisa reads. Audrey peeks. Peek, Audrey, peek!
Meanwhile, San* sits by, blissfully ignorant, while Keffy's eyes begin to glow red with inner fire, which had burned away his soul years ago.
He must have gotten to San when we weren't looking. Oh, San, we mourn thee.
Nathan does the knee squeeze while Dani simultaneously pulls the yawn-and-stretch maneuver. They're hoping to take coordinated groping to the Olympics in 2012.
Spencer, ever the critic, thumbs his nose at his own work, calling his six-year-old self "a sanctimonious hack." Way harsh, Spencer.
Then today I saw Adam by myself (derivative, abundantly cliched; not recommended), had a mocha and a cinnamon roll, then Dani and Nathan took me to see District 9 (different, interesting, bloody, and a little bit funny; recommended, if you can take gore).
I'm going to count it as a win, though I sadly did NOT get to see a fortune teller or a psychic. Where are they all hiding? Bellingham seems like the kind of place that would have them in abundance.
And now I'm going to have tea to aid in my valiant effort of not coughing up a lung. There are medals for that, right?
*I can't get "San" to umlaut properly. What? That's totally a verb.
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