The summer of 2010 will go down in Fragrant Liar history as one of the greats. I set out on a new adventure and accomplished some things I'd been working on for a long time. Saw most of my kids on my June road trip and since then my Atlanta girl, TG and her family.
|Fragrant Liar and Lisa from That's Why|
We have much in common, Lisa and I, most notably our love of writing. She's a talented and fun blogger and an interesting and smart woman. Plus, she's about as tall as me, so she is naturally a super-awesome individual that glows from the inside out. Heh.
I hope to see Lisa on return trips to Atlanta where we can talk about things that always get up people's ire: sex, politics, and novels in progress.
|I am the Corona Extra (emphasis on the crown, yo).|
Hey, just cuz they're kids doesn't mean I have to roll over. Winning is everything, people. I know you know that.
|Mmmmm, chunky salsa!|
|Udder Hysteria, this one's for you too!|
But, Coco, who actually showed up for the partay? Yeah, that's right. Mama rules.
|Miss America and Destructo giving me a tour.|
Miss America and Destructo showed me around their neighborhood, which is hilly and lush with trees. What a gorgeous area. During the trek, Miss America was indulging in her usual chattery (where does she get it?), and I was paying close attention for her special brand of wee wisdom. (See, I work for you people nonstop.) So it was particularly noticeable when Miss America stopped, covered her mouth and made the gag face, and pointed to this (look down):
|The sad remains of an inattentive squirrel.|
Note the blue chalk line, which is an arrow pointing toward the street. Forensically speaking, this marker probably misled the little guy into thinking all the nuts were on the other side of the road. This once happened to a chicken.
TG, you'll be happy to know that the kids don't need anymore education, because I personally schooled them in the basics of road kill, decomposition, and where that nasty smell comes from (my creative juices really flowed for that one), and I think maggots. Yeah, there was some talk of bugs that live inside you and only come out when there's no more oxygen or something like that. Whatever. They believed it.
Foxy, check out that hat! Y'all this is a hat my good Hoo-Ha buddy Foxy made. She's all Etsy over there, and definitely worth a look.
People, I can't wait to take Shaboobka around the 'hood with the other kids. Think of all the wisdom I can impart.