1. YOU GUYS! Christians totally took over my park yesterday. They declared themselves rebellious Christians, which perhaps made them X-treme Christians. Xians, if you will.

Whatever. I won’t.

So these people were singing and giving away sandwiches, when all of the sudden they started rocking out Beatle-stylee. The lead singer settled on “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds.” I guess they were Christian rebels if they were in the park singing DRUG SONGS. You guys so crazy. If this is the new program, I may be signing up. Especially if they drop that crap about coveting thy neighbor’s ass. Because I am always coveting some ass or another.

I was going to link to their website, but the coding and frames they’re using are ATROCIOUS, so I don’t want to embarrass them. Maybe it’s rebellious coding? X-TREME REBELLIOUS CODING, PEUT-ETRE?

Also featuring a Giant Strudel Head walking by halfway through. Down in front, I was really getting into that!!!!1

2. We are having summer fun out-of-doors, because it’s hot* here. I figure our choice is to stew in the house, doing nothing and fighting with each other, or go out and be with many other Seatards who would otherwise be stuck in the house fighting with each other.

On Saturday after Strudel’s nap, we took the bus down to Seattle Center for the Bite of Seattle. My Companion tried crab cakes for the first time. I think he always avoided them because he is not so hot on the solo crab. But he liked them in fried cake form. Anything is good fried, though. I could hella dish up some fried Star Jones if there was powdered sugar on offer as well.

We also narfled some fajita thingies, and some Vietnamese food. Our grand finale was to get some ShishkaBerries (“Home of the Dingleberry”). That’s where things went wrong. My Companion, who is so used to feeding the Wild Strudel over his shoulder, handed his chocolate-covered berry skewer back to her without a second thought. A mess ten seconds in the making took a good five minutes to clean up with my stash of butt wipes.

Figure 2: Franny contemplated her “Fairy Berry” with extra whip!

Figure 3: Mo PLZ.

Then we spent a little time down at the fountain to cool off.

Figure 4: The healing power of the International Fountain.

Figure 5: Strudel is about ready to pack it in at sunset.

And yesterday we stormed the wading pool. Like I said, it’s better than fighting in the house.

*Hot in Seattle, meaning anything over seventy-four degrees.

Addendum!

The previously-mentioned bookselling Welsh lad popped up outside my kitchen window this morning at eight o’clock.

“Hey, SJ,” he said.

“Hey, Jamie, how’s it going?” I asked. I stuck my head out to talk to him.

“Oh, not so good,” he replied. He was back on our street looking for someone he’d missed earlier.

“You look hot. You want to come in? We’re having blueberries,” I said.

“No, no thanks. My bosses have a new plan for us, and it’s basically to work even harder than before.”

“That sucks,” I said.

He was off again. I have a feeling those people are really screwing these foreign students. I guess everyone needs to learn that lesson when they’re young about the shitty job where they abuse you. That way you can smell trouble in the future, right? I just feel sorry for people who are presently in the shitty job.