My father won a prize at a Christine Lavin concert the other night thanks to being able to spell Ursprache.
My favorite singer and spelling. What a wonderful evening! I've only been to one of her concerts, but I can just see her having such a contest too. We got fingernails painted with sparkly polish, free books and essays (if you promised to leave a note inside and pass it on), and she twirled batons with glow sticks in the dark. I hope your dad had as much fun!
Life without Jeremy Piven would be colourless and grey.
On my thirtieth, they revoked Prohibition.
Okay, that is an exagerration. Michelle Pfeiffer was an unknown. America had never been at war in an Arabic country.
Gawd, I'm old.
They love the glowy batons! She did them again at that concert. And my dad got the nail polish last time, too. He's like the ideal Christine Lavin audience member.
I can still wear linen tomorrow if it's raining, right??
America had never been at war in an Arabic country.
Didn't they do something or other on the shores of Tripoli at some stage? The Barbary War or something?
Jesse, linen is dependent on the *season,* not the weather.
What's a random person? Two-Face?
::snerk:: Also, SoMM (sushi on my monitor). You owe me sushi.
::snerk:: Also, SoMM (sushi on my monitor). You owe me sushi.
If you knew sushi, like I knew sushi...
Thanks, Steph. First-day-of-school jitters.
You'll do FG, Jesse, just because you're you.
I did make the frittata after all. It's not exactly a work of art, but it's darn yummy.