Those Shoes Are Mine, Betch

Warning: capitalization and/or exclamation abuse may follow.

THESE SHOES SUCK.

We went to Greekfest and ate too much pastry!!!! How’s your Friday going BREECHES?

Companion says: “I want another lamb sandwich. Are they open tomorrow?” Lamb on a spit is teh crack.

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Figure 1: TEH CRACK.


More Greekfest!

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Figure 2: I’M IN UR GRILL, COOKING UR SOUVLAKI.

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Figure 3: Franny looks pensive after eating her meatballs and rice. That kid could teach Sartre how to brood.

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Figure 4: Strudel munches her spankypita.

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Figure 5: Here’s Strudel glomping avgolemono soup last year. She was not feeling lemony things tonight.

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Figure 6: Supa “canoodles” with an “unknown” yet “handsome” man. OOOOOH. This mysterious man may have also sent me the “Shoes” link above, which rocks.

BUT WUT HAPPENED ON THURSDAY?

I’ll show yis.

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Figure 7: YAAAAGH! I be grubbin me yogurt, SAVVY?

And then?

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Figure 8: Twas Martini Time.

AND THEN??????

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AND THEN!!!???

No “and then.” And now, it is nine o’clock, the monkeys are in bed, and I am going to FINALLY have a glass of wine. I predict I’ll be asleep in fifteen minutes, leaving a drool puddle on my new New Yorker. Party on, Asshole.

14 thoughts on “Those Shoes Are Mine, Betch

  1. Dude. Whoa. How often did you have to physically restrain people from pinching the Strudel’s cheeks?
    My younger girl had superchub cheeks like that, which we called “dogbone cheeks,” and I had to carry a switch to slap away would-be cheekpinchers.

  2. hahahahahah *cough* hahahaha I am totally going to go put on my pirate hat and eyepatch (yes i really have those items) and grub some yogurt with assfitibuttcites for a healthy digestive system. ARRRGH!!

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