Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Who needs pin the tail on the donkey?!

My girl had a birthday this month. She actually spent many hours of it traveling from San Diego to DC. She'd never been to DC before and was worried that they wouldn't have a 7/11. Because everyone knows that on July 11th, 7/11 gives away free slurpees. And for my girl, born as she is on 7/11, with the moniker Slurpee Simonsen, which Jacquie bestowed upon her the very day of her birth, it is an important stop.

But you all know that she needn't have worried....

Problem solved. (Note hat too.)
Now all she needs is a birthday party.

It had to wait until the next weekend, after her return, and although it did not include free slurpees, it did include this:

Oh dear, you are WAY behind!
You've got something on your face, honey.

Pointy bossy pants!

Go Slurpee!

Excellent form, R!

Monday, July 27, 2015

Wish You Were Here

I wish you were here this summer.

I wish you were here with us at Ocean Beach:

It's quite spectacular.

I also wish you were here . . . 

. . . to spy on weddings with us.

 
Spying on weddings is fun; you'd love it.

I wish you were here for all the fun at Ocean Beach, because the fun never stops.

I wish you were here for the Farmers' Market . . .

. . . because? The Farmers' Market. And Cara.

I wish you were here for the Eugene O'Neill Theater Center . . .

. . . and the Waterford Beach concert nights . . . hey! There's Victoria!

I wish you were here on my deck  . . .

. . . well, if you can get by the flora.


. . . and if you can get by the flora, I wish you were here for the meals.

But most of all, I wish you were here For those quintessential Mistah Schleckah moments:


Wish You Were Here.

Friday, July 24, 2015