Thursday, May 24, 2007


I woke up this morning to a very lost man at my door. He was looking for the management office. Or perhaps a dishwasher. I'm really not sure. The combination of hangover, just-woke-up bleariness, and language barrier did not make for a very coherent conversation.

At least Bump didn't make me go to Lumpyhead's gymnastics class. That would have been vindictive. I probably deserve it, though. After all, we did make him listen to Shelly West last night.
(But it's a song about tequila! And we were drinking tequila! We had to listen to it!)

I feel bad, but not nearly as bad as I thought I would. I hope I'm not still drunk.


Aunt Bob said...

Jose Cuervo:
You are not a friend of mine
While I like to drink you with a little salt and lime
and I can verify that I did not kiss all the cowboys, shoot out the lights , or start any fights, I did, in fact, drink too much tequila last night.

Love and kisses, Aunt Bob

Anonymous said...

LOVE that picture!!


Devra said...

You have no idea how close Sarah was to becoming a yard gnome. If only she had a pointy hat in her closet. Now I know what to get Sarah for her birthday.

Sarah, Goon Squad Sarah said...

Jose Cuervo is no friend of mine.