Best friend had a great time seeing Man of Steel this afternoon (I reassured him that it was good enough I didn't mind seeing for a 3rd time), then we had a nice dinner at the steakhouse downstairs, he got a free birthday dessert, and we shot the breeze in my apartment (clean enough for company for once!) until about 10 minutes ago. I think he really, really needed some time for conversation with an adult that he doesn't have to deal with in the workplace or have to arrange managed health care for.
I promised Brendon a trip to New Orleans to celebrate his 21st. He is a big jazz fan and as a responsible mom I had to let him know that the jazz is best appreciated with cocktail in hand in a proper jazz club. So I expect that will happen this fall.
If the first week of August isn't too early, they're having the Satchmo Summerfest in the French Quarter. Though I suppose any time of the year is good for jazz if you just go down to Jackson Square or Preservation Hall.
Gross, I gave Ply a couple of skritchies and suddenly my hands stink like boy cat juices. Dirty boy cat musk! On my hands!
Ewww, dirty Ply!
If the first week of August isn't too early
I'm delaying until the worst of the summer heat has passed. We should have gone in January right after his birthday, but he wasn't in good favor at that time at all.
Gross, I gave Ply a couple of skritchies and suddenly my hands stink like boy cat juices. Dirty boy cat musk! On my hands!
Rubbing alcohol is the best thing I have found for getting that nastiness off completely.
I'll give that a try next time she shows her floozy face.
Mmmph, I hate waking up all creaky. Little on the agenda today beyond avoiding thunderstorms.
Timelies all!
We are heading up to Baltimore to the Jewish Museum. They've been running an exhibit on Jewish creators of superheroes, and today there is also something called a Super Art Fight. Should be interesting.
Creaky waking blows!
Lee, Charlie and Bubba = cute. Also, is your registration on your old car and the pending tickets dealt with?
My sister seems to have gotten a piercing I'd never considered. I almost deleted the email for spam because it's a pic of her cleavage, but...she's pierced her cleavage!
I can't pierce that. My bra hits that, or they're squished together, and it's certainly both bouncy and frinctiony--not as nerve ending rich as my temporary nipple piercing, but still.
I await clarification.
