[ do it the old fashioned way? you mean with a hammer ]
Anna is pleased. So pleased that I'm going to barf. And by barf, I mean tell you about my day. Deep Breath.
NC Scholars breakfast was rewarding. Michael made me sit with him for lack of friends and I got a surprising amount of compliments on my white fishnets.
I returned to school, like a good student on Sr Skip Day, and took a test in AP Government. And I owned it with a "p". I made it call me its mom. Seriously, ask me anything about majoritarian, entreprenurial, interest group and client politics. I DARE YOU.
Less invigorating was my conversation about Philadelphia with my father immediately following school. He also encouraged me to put on a bra. Cursed garment of oppression! It gives the illusion that I have breasts. BLASPHEMY! I will not shroud myself in lies!!
I picked Edmund up from school. We took a long dirve to the CB road Army Surplus store where he quickly became enamored with some hideously distructive cucalorus knife. Imagine all of the serious peppers you can cut with that thing now!! No more of those amateur bell peppers. Definitive vegetables from here on out. Go.
Since the Cameron Art Museum was closing 15 minutes after our arrival to said establishment, we decided to save a buck and save that adventure for a rainy day. More adventitious was the series to follow at La Fondita. I had forgotten that they did not take debit cards. I only had $7 in my pocketses so I left Eddie as collateral so that I might go to an ATM to get sufficient funds. Eddie's mom enjoyed that story.
Mr. McCaffray bought me a tin of chai. Edmooond, tell your dad that moments ago my family and I sat around with our respective cups of chai and discussed the quality of chai provided. Thank you . Thank you thank you.
Dr. and Mr. McCaffray went to the beach while Eddie and I played Scrabble in the dark. We made up many new words. Playing scrabble in the dark gets pretty hard.
Then Wes came over. Wes and I really like eachother. Eddie was excited that we were acquainted all until we started giving eachother hugs. Now Eddie curses the day we were introduced.
This part is specifically created for bukowskixisxgod
William. You would have SHAT yourself! Dr. McCaffray insisted that I watch a home video from when they lived in Leningrad in 1989.....1989!!. It was amazing. It started with a panoramic of the Palace Square. She name dropped so many things that I wish I knew more about....all of which would have resulted in you brimming with pretense. [well maybe a bit more knowing than pretense]
Then there was footage of their one room appartment with communal kitchen and bathroom facilities. Eddie [at two years old] detailed that his soup was "just right' and Mr. McCaffray celebrated the fact that both numerals identifying their "home", 7 and 9 were still "intact."
I got excited for you and your move back to Russia. I am hoping that I get to see you before you leave!! I'll drive to Atlanta if you wish! You need to tell Pasha and the rest of SPxHC that I've been representing for them. I have the patch on my bookbag and one kid was like "Yo that girl got a Cadillac patch!" and they asked me where i obtained such a beautiful cloth. I replied, "Russia." And they walked away...Americans.
I release you now William. Go spluge.
And hopefully this will encourage you. "Top you off." "Negate any possible blue balls"
Just think...YOU'VE BEEN HERE! YOU'VE KISSED FYODOR'S DOOR STOOP.
And you are missed. Ya lublo t'bya [phonetically of course! love knows no grammar...just look at George W. (bwahaha)]
Speaking of bookbags, Guderian, and leftovers, I have ALL of those things in my car at the moment and so if they belong to you, please call me and I will use that as excuse to bring them to you. Thank you for your time.
J'ai fini.
NC Scholars breakfast was rewarding. Michael made me sit with him for lack of friends and I got a surprising amount of compliments on my white fishnets.
I returned to school, like a good student on Sr Skip Day, and took a test in AP Government. And I owned it with a "p". I made it call me its mom. Seriously, ask me anything about majoritarian, entreprenurial, interest group and client politics. I DARE YOU.
Less invigorating was my conversation about Philadelphia with my father immediately following school. He also encouraged me to put on a bra. Cursed garment of oppression! It gives the illusion that I have breasts. BLASPHEMY! I will not shroud myself in lies!!
I picked Edmund up from school. We took a long dirve to the CB road Army Surplus store where he quickly became enamored with some hideously distructive cucalorus knife. Imagine all of the serious peppers you can cut with that thing now!! No more of those amateur bell peppers. Definitive vegetables from here on out. Go.
Since the Cameron Art Museum was closing 15 minutes after our arrival to said establishment, we decided to save a buck and save that adventure for a rainy day. More adventitious was the series to follow at La Fondita. I had forgotten that they did not take debit cards. I only had $7 in my pocketses so I left Eddie as collateral so that I might go to an ATM to get sufficient funds. Eddie's mom enjoyed that story.
Mr. McCaffray bought me a tin of chai. Edmooond, tell your dad that moments ago my family and I sat around with our respective cups of chai and discussed the quality of chai provided. Thank you . Thank you thank you.
Dr. and Mr. McCaffray went to the beach while Eddie and I played Scrabble in the dark. We made up many new words. Playing scrabble in the dark gets pretty hard.
Then Wes came over. Wes and I really like eachother. Eddie was excited that we were acquainted all until we started giving eachother hugs. Now Eddie curses the day we were introduced.
This part is specifically created for bukowskixisxgod
William. You would have SHAT yourself! Dr. McCaffray insisted that I watch a home video from when they lived in Leningrad in 1989.....1989!!. It was amazing. It started with a panoramic of the Palace Square. She name dropped so many things that I wish I knew more about....all of which would have resulted in you brimming with pretense. [well maybe a bit more knowing than pretense]
Then there was footage of their one room appartment with communal kitchen and bathroom facilities. Eddie [at two years old] detailed that his soup was "just right' and Mr. McCaffray celebrated the fact that both numerals identifying their "home", 7 and 9 were still "intact."
I got excited for you and your move back to Russia. I am hoping that I get to see you before you leave!! I'll drive to Atlanta if you wish! You need to tell Pasha and the rest of SPxHC that I've been representing for them. I have the patch on my bookbag and one kid was like "Yo that girl got a Cadillac patch!" and they asked me where i obtained such a beautiful cloth. I replied, "Russia." And they walked away...Americans.
I release you now William. Go spluge.
And hopefully this will encourage you. "Top you off." "Negate any possible blue balls"
Just think...YOU'VE BEEN HERE! YOU'VE KISSED FYODOR'S DOOR STOOP.
And you are missed. Ya lublo t'bya [phonetically of course! love knows no grammar...just look at George W. (bwahaha)]
Speaking of bookbags, Guderian, and leftovers, I have ALL of those things in my car at the moment and so if they belong to you, please call me and I will use that as excuse to bring them to you. Thank you for your time.
J'ai fini.