Sunday, January 23, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Exposing Underage Drinking
My next journalistic expose: underage drinking. You know the kind....hittin' the Limoncello before breakfast...
A dirty martini with mid-morning cartoons...
A dirty martini with mid-morning cartoons...
Hittin' the sauce right under Mom's nose. Note how deftly he turns away from her, to hide this indiscretion.
Soon he can be seen carousing with MUCH older women.
He makes no attempt to camoflauge his age, as evidenced by his 5-year-old fist around the stem of the glass.
Ginger ale. Riiiight...
Thanks to this young man for helping clean up from the previous evening's neighborhood holiday party, and to his parents for allowing him to celebrate New Year's Eve and my birthday in style -- with stemmed glassware. I promise to take this post down before he begins applying for college.
My (Real) Birthday Party
My Birthday Party
Millennium Lounge Redux
Soooo...on to the big New Year's Eve/Birthday bash! You aren't going to believe this, but Sister STORED the decoration items from the Great Millennium Bash of 2000. I KNOW! I couldn't believe it either! We used these fabulous items to begin preparing the abode for this year's festivities...
Including these fabulous glitter globes! Hung with care by the stair! ;)
We got our party recipes out... hee hee!
Of course we took a break for a knittin' class. We promote immersion in the textile arts.
Addison consulted with the new family dog, explaining how the evening's festivities would go, and asking whether they might make Bobo feel cramped or confined at all.
And lastly, safety precautions. This particular warning stems from one particular dominoes bash where my sunny sister, in her pale yellow sweater, couldn't locate a lovely scent, so took a (burning) red candle down from a shelf in the bathroom and promptly dumped hot red wax down her front. She's always claimed she didn't know it was burning. We laughed for easily 2 hours. We thought the then-pregnant Stacey was going to give birth right then and there if she didn't stop laughing! Luckily, this year sister heeded the warning.
And lastly, safety precautions. This particular warning stems from one particular dominoes bash where my sunny sister, in her pale yellow sweater, couldn't locate a lovely scent, so took a (burning) red candle down from a shelf in the bathroom and promptly dumped hot red wax down her front. She's always claimed she didn't know it was burning. We laughed for easily 2 hours. We thought the then-pregnant Stacey was going to give birth right then and there if she didn't stop laughing! Luckily, this year sister heeded the warning.
Birthday Pre-party
Hahaaahhahahahahaahah! I bought this last year for my mother-in-law, on the occasion of her youngest crossing over into his forties. Alas, no more were to be found.
Next, off to brunch with my grandfather! When the bill came, Sister decided to steal Dad's glasses and do her best Jerry Seinfeld.
Next, off to brunch with my grandfather! When the bill came, Sister decided to steal Dad's glasses and do her best Jerry Seinfeld.
The fam!
Stumptown!
Before heading off to Portland for a few days, we met up with Krista (left) (and her stepdaughter) and our Jenny for our "Once-Every-30-Years Alternating Blonde and Brunette Sisters Photo." We probably took the last one around 1981. Hope to see you girls before 2041!
Atlin!
Longview Christmas!
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