The Butcher threw two birthday parties for the nephew, because he wanted one for the family and one his friends could drink at. My job was to take my parents someplace for the drinking party.
Ha ha ha ha ha.
I tried, but my dad had NO intention of not being present at both parties. But also, if anyone drank at the second one, I didn’t notice it.
Here’s him with both his cakes. By the second party, they had wised up and just let him eat wearing only his diaper.
And my niece and I got her wool dyed. In spite of her worries, she was fine at it.
I wish the grape Kool-aid smear on her face was showing up better. In real life, it looked like a magical charm or war paint.
Today I have to run some errands and then go to the library! Hurray.
And now I’m kind of leaning toward Dynamite Nashville: The Plot to Stop the Civil Rights Movement. Simple, straight-forward, easy to remember.
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