October 24, 2006
Fish heads, fish heads/Roly poly fish heads/Fish heads, fish heads/Eat them up/Yum!
Of course, the minute I say I'm not posting for a while, here I go for a record two posts in two days!
Roll the tape...
"I think it's like ROCK and ROLL!"
Like she was surprised something her Mother did was "ROCK and ROLL." Of COURSE it's rock and roll. Sheeit. Punk ass kid.
Note the curious angle of her two front lower teeth (kinda blurry, but doin' my BEST HERE, PEOPLE):
The one on your left will be gone by Monday. Guarantee it. It's at the cool twisty stage. I've offered to twist the relic from its bloody, pulpy root, but she won't let me. Poo.
Speaking of bloody pulpy...
Greg and I didn't get to actually go on the boat this time (too many people signed up), but the annual County Clare fishing extravaganza went smoothly this year, with the two Most Likely to Fall Overboard from last year remaining shockingly, disappointingly on the sober side of drunkenness, and Barry Dodd once again triumphantly catching the biggest fish of the day. Last year, he promised Maddie he'd catch a fish bigger than she was. And he did.
Greg and I enjoyed our landlocked day in the cozy confines of local pubs, playing checkers (I so beat his ass), with my day reaching its crowning moment via the capture of this here fine photograph (Mom, look away):
Thank you, and good night. Steal that photograph and die, fucker.
Posted by stephanie at October 24, 2006 08:57 PM