Pretty much Juli and I are the best girls ever.
We had a private party in my (safely parked) car at the Green Light Special show, too bad you weren't invited. It was a battle, and they won. Also this one band played and they covered TWO Failed Resistance songs and I thought that was just crazy. I've never heard a band cover another local band seriously, much less at a battle! What is this world coming to.
I guess this is what "turning the green light on" is, I don't know.
Kevin thinks he's never in pictures, just proving him wrong.
Juli's signature face. Yesterday we were looking through pictures of her little sister McKenzie (she's 2, I think) and McKenzie was making that same face in 4 separate pictures! So impressionable, that age!
What we do while the other bands are playing...
Then we had another private World Series watching party. This was a low key party. We kicked it off my reintroducing my puppy Jake to her kitten Glam. They are the same age (almost 3 months). They played, but there still was tail puffing and hissing and growling and barking. The first time Jake barked at her she flew into the air , went about 3 feet to the right and fell between the couch and the wall. Hilarity.
Jake: "Pshhh, I don't know her!"
Glam: "I don't like the looks of you, Misteroo"
Glam: "Maybe after a few more beers he'll get cuter"
Jake: "She so wants me."
Glam: (thinking) Guys like it when we play hard-to-get, right?
Jake: (thinking) Damn bitch, I ain't got all night!
I'm smitten with kitten!
Best In Show, no doubt.
Cheers.
You'd think it was candid...
I know I look only 19, but I've been really waiting for this day since 1917.
As an added note, as I was making this blog my mom looked over my shoulder and saw that last picture of me. "What's that?!" she asks accusingly, knowingly, pointing to the mysterious green bottle in my hand. "Uh..." I reply. "What is that?" she repeats. "A beer." I reply. "You like beer? Where was that? When was that?" she inquires. "At Juli's last night, we thought it would be cool to watch the game and drink a beer." I tell her. "Oh, you like beer? I can't stand the taste. I drink wine once in a while, but then I get sooo drunk..." she starts. "I only drink 2 beers" I explain, " If I go to a party, I have 2 beers. It's my thing." "And then you drive?!" she ludicrously exclaims. "No mom!" I reply, "You know I'm the biggest advocate of NO DRUNK DRIVING."
"Oh, okay," she replies "I can't believe you like the taste of beer! Can you check on the laundry?"
Sweet.
I guess this is what "turning the green light on" is, I don't know.
Kevin thinks he's never in pictures, just proving him wrong.
Juli's signature face. Yesterday we were looking through pictures of her little sister McKenzie (she's 2, I think) and McKenzie was making that same face in 4 separate pictures! So impressionable, that age!
What we do while the other bands are playing...
Then we had another private World Series watching party. This was a low key party. We kicked it off my reintroducing my puppy Jake to her kitten Glam. They are the same age (almost 3 months). They played, but there still was tail puffing and hissing and growling and barking. The first time Jake barked at her she flew into the air , went about 3 feet to the right and fell between the couch and the wall. Hilarity.
Jake: "Pshhh, I don't know her!"
Glam: "I don't like the looks of you, Misteroo"
Glam: "Maybe after a few more beers he'll get cuter"
Jake: "She so wants me."
Glam: (thinking) Guys like it when we play hard-to-get, right?
Jake: (thinking) Damn bitch, I ain't got all night!
I'm smitten with kitten!
Best In Show, no doubt.
Cheers.
You'd think it was candid...
I know I look only 19, but I've been really waiting for this day since 1917.
As an added note, as I was making this blog my mom looked over my shoulder and saw that last picture of me. "What's that?!" she asks accusingly, knowingly, pointing to the mysterious green bottle in my hand. "Uh..." I reply. "What is that?" she repeats. "A beer." I reply. "You like beer? Where was that? When was that?" she inquires. "At Juli's last night, we thought it would be cool to watch the game and drink a beer." I tell her. "Oh, you like beer? I can't stand the taste. I drink wine once in a while, but then I get sooo drunk..." she starts. "I only drink 2 beers" I explain, " If I go to a party, I have 2 beers. It's my thing." "And then you drive?!" she ludicrously exclaims. "No mom!" I reply, "You know I'm the biggest advocate of NO DRUNK DRIVING."
"Oh, okay," she replies "I can't believe you like the taste of beer! Can you check on the laundry?"
Sweet.