Birthday party, day two
The napkin gang and myself went to Cheesecake Factory for dinner. We were waiting for Bob but he is way late. We finally gave up and ordered. Later we are going to Comedy Stop which is always a good time. I don’t know what these two are doing here but it makes for a good picture
Get it off, get it OOOFFFFF…
We need to come up with a collective noun for these two. And, can you believe, Alex tried to skip out on the picture! We barely tolerate it in Myya and that’s as far as our tolerance goes. Everyone else has to ham it up. Just look at Manduh this week! What a trooper.
Run…RUUUUN!!!
I wasn’t aware that Roger Rabbit and his crazy friend were having dinner with us last night.
Eyyyyyyyyyyy
Alex gets to be the camera whore today. We’re having dinner at Outback witb the usual suspects. That’s all I have to say today. Except that Manduh texted me all through dinner, ticking Matt off to no end.
Swimmy swimmy splashy splashy
Dinner and swimming at Ma’s house. Manduh’s in town…go fig…so Ma’s cooking dinner and we get to swim which is good since the temperature has been somewhere near the surface of the suns lately. Myya’s hiding behind Alex somewhere, Matts the yellow thing on the left…it lives…IT LIVES…I’m done now
Who’s a widdle kootie pie
Matt got tired of making funny faces so he’s making Alex make a funny face. We attempted to go to Coldstone but, faced with a line that was out the door, decided against. It didn’t look like a special. Must just be something about getting icecream with your kids in the summer.
It’s inexplicable
I have absolutely no idea what Alex is doing. Ostensibly it is time for sushi and yet we wait outside for a table. We showed the waitress our sushi triangle diagram and she LOVED it. She even took it to the cooks and showed them. It was an instant hit. Alex blushed, it was so cute. I know they see us coming and cringe. I hope we don’t single handedly cause the end of the all-you-can-eat Sushi Mon special. We had an inquiry at dinner to we should pose to the commenters at large, we need a name, puke related for the Strawberry Festival trip, a-la the “Thanksgiving Vomit Comet” trip.
