the unusual suspects
(photo by ross amaji)
We think there may be something in our water.
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The barbecue this weekend was at our house, in celebration of Amy becoming a seven-year-old.
Teriyaki chicken, hamburgers, turkey burgers, hot dogs, pasta salad, green salad, ranch beans.
Coke, Diet Coke, Cactus Cooler, various juices, bottled water, beer.
There is a sense of neighborhood among the co-conspirators pictured above (the photo is from last week's BBQ at Ross and Mary's), and we all recognize it as something valuable, but it's not something we talk about. It's like wearing a favorite coat that keeps you toasty and makes you look good, but you don't go around saying "hey check out how good I look in this toasty coat."
Amy had a blast of a day. It started with a pizza breakfast at Chuck E. Cheese with her school chums and some kids from the neighborhood and ended with her nodding off in anticipation of the tooth fairy. Yep, another baby tooth gone.
With Viv home from the business trip, and Amy past her big day, I'm finally getting some slack time. I love slack time. I lurve it. Luff. Mmmmmwah.
That's it. No exploratory surgery on life today.
Have fun everybody.
"Who Knows Where The Time Goes" -- Nanci Griffith -- OTHER VOICES, TOO (A TRIP BACK TO BOUNTIFUL)
Wisdom of the Day:
"If you can't say anything good about someone, sit right here by me."
- Alice Roosevelt Longworth, (saying, quoted in The New York Times, obituary)