The Black Moss

I never posted about the Pirate Birthday Party from last weekend. Long story short, Ms. Jazz Hands was throwing a party for her 30th birthday at her family’s broke-ass beach shack. There was a pirate-treasure hunt, a bonfire, lots of eats, and the omnipresent, ever-flowing alcohol. Because the house was small and broken and full of lots of people and dogs and (most likely) bugs, Michelle thought we’d sleep in a tent. Which worked out nicely. I think.

Here’s the “set” on Flickr:

Just click around. Snark away.

Today’s Good Friday. Or, as I’m calling it, the STEALTH HOLIDAY. See, I’d planned to take off today for another bout of selfish relaxation. And then I got the memo from Mia’s preschool that they’d be closed today. My sincere wish is that today is like a normal Saturday, tomorrow is like what today SHOULD have been, and Sunday . . . well, we’ll see when we get there. 

Posted by Scott-san on 04/14 at 08:00 AM
  1. Sunday… wait, you’re not bringing Mia after I explained that it was a really bad idea, are you?

    Posted by  on  04/14  at  01:46 PM
  2. No, I put that out of my mind. So you should probably quit sending me reminder emails about it.

    Posted by Scott-san  on  04/14  at  04:48 PM
  3. Kids. They just muck everything up. Thank God that they’re so gosh darn cute while they’re doing it!

    Posted by  on  04/14  at  05:16 PM
  4. Updated links accordingly. Another one leaves Blogspot in the dust!

    Posted by Janet  on  04/18  at  09:28 AM
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