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.
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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.
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 PMNo, 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 PMKids. 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 PMUpdated links accordingly. Another one leaves Blogspot in the dust!
Posted by Janet on 04/18 at 09:28 AM
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