last night, KI and i stood on north avenue beach in the freezing, windy chicago july and watched the top 1/4 of what appeared to be a reenactment of the gulf war bombing of tel aviv. this seemed a brilliant idea until eF's voice-message that he saw the whole of the chicago fireworks extravaganza on WGN from the comfort of a couch in his tropically temperatured north carolina home.
7 comments:
well, at least you know that your beloved is an intelligent man.
those english teachers- they're pretty bright.
is the title of this post from an alanis song? (says the "pretty bright" english teacher)
did it take you two days to figure that out? (ripostes the difficult girl)
we didn't even manage the tv. watched episodes of angel and passed out, well, until Those Damn Kids down the alley started repeatedly setting off bottle rockets and M-80s. Because nothing says happy independence day like 1/16 sticks of dynamite.
cranky old (pirate) man ranting... ends.
lots and lots of antihistamines prevent a boy from being at his sharpest, lovely difficult girl.
those damn kids down the alley? they any relation to the new kids on the block?
and yeah, yeah, yeah, dear over-medicated congested boy. blame poor, little, defenseless claratin.
Post a Comment