bovinehost
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An idea so good it could only come from my wife: invite all the kids in my son's kindergarten class over for one last party. And yes, let's get them all in the pool.
(Please, please, let the chlorine do its work.)
Nothing to be done about it. "Yes, dear." My God, they're like RATS, only they have THUMBS and can climb stairs and are way noisier than any rat I've ever known.
And those are just the parents.
And no, just bringing the actual classmate would NEVER work. They have BROTHERS and SISTERS and cousins from Idaho, and how could they be left out? Yeah, yeah, I'll put some more hamburgers on the grill, sure.
Anyway, it was not as bad as I make it out to be (in case wife reads this).
As things were winding down, which means the gringos go home but the latinos stay until all the food is gone and the kids are all shriveled up from being in the water, there's a knock on my door.
"Is Erika home?", he asks.
It was a whirlwind visit, but of course BP says, "I can't leave without seeing the famous purple room in person." (It's famous?)
Well, there you go. The Flaming Biff Bongo being played by the non-flaming Biff. "This is a good bass!", he says. (Even with the flats, he admitted.)
One of the older kids is fascinated with guitars and is taking lessons but wants to get an electric. Mark is his name. He sneaks in while BP's wailing on the Bongo and asks if BP knows anything about guitars.
Heh.
Mark thinks he wants a Gibson or something, but I'm working on him. He's only eight, so he can be easily manipulated. I have a 69 dollar Squier special upstairs that no one ever plays, so I loaned it to him - but made him take an Ernie Ball strap and a hat. I think we've got him now:
We also had to break out the Blue Dawn HSp:
My wife's mom took a couple of photos of us together and BP's got one or two, so we'll add those as they become available.
Good to see you, boss!
the he really IS skinny in real life,
Jack
(Please, please, let the chlorine do its work.)
Nothing to be done about it. "Yes, dear." My God, they're like RATS, only they have THUMBS and can climb stairs and are way noisier than any rat I've ever known.
And those are just the parents.
And no, just bringing the actual classmate would NEVER work. They have BROTHERS and SISTERS and cousins from Idaho, and how could they be left out? Yeah, yeah, I'll put some more hamburgers on the grill, sure.
Anyway, it was not as bad as I make it out to be (in case wife reads this).
As things were winding down, which means the gringos go home but the latinos stay until all the food is gone and the kids are all shriveled up from being in the water, there's a knock on my door.
"Is Erika home?", he asks.
It was a whirlwind visit, but of course BP says, "I can't leave without seeing the famous purple room in person." (It's famous?)
Well, there you go. The Flaming Biff Bongo being played by the non-flaming Biff. "This is a good bass!", he says. (Even with the flats, he admitted.)
One of the older kids is fascinated with guitars and is taking lessons but wants to get an electric. Mark is his name. He sneaks in while BP's wailing on the Bongo and asks if BP knows anything about guitars.
Heh.
Mark thinks he wants a Gibson or something, but I'm working on him. He's only eight, so he can be easily manipulated. I have a 69 dollar Squier special upstairs that no one ever plays, so I loaned it to him - but made him take an Ernie Ball strap and a hat. I think we've got him now:
We also had to break out the Blue Dawn HSp:
My wife's mom took a couple of photos of us together and BP's got one or two, so we'll add those as they become available.
Good to see you, boss!
the he really IS skinny in real life,
Jack
