Scotch and Possum

After watching an episode of "Modern Family" (the best show on television), Jennie went upstairs to watch more "Firefly" (pure shit).

I told her I'd watch some of the basketball game, but since I already had my drink on I figured I'd crack open my fantastic bottle of Midleton Irish Whiskey.

While I was posting this a possum family crawled out from our dilapidated garage. First a cute little one, then a monster possum the size of our Yaris. I hustled to take a photo but failed miserably. Wrong setting, no flash, took an unwatchable video and then gave up and drank my scotch.

Ansel Adams dead takes better pictures than I do.

this cat's a real dog

* Blogger was down yesterday. Wasn't our fault, Fletcher.

One of my buddies at work, Peter, had a boring office. I told him I would bring him some art to spruce it up. One day while driving in Ipswich I saw this horrific, wretched yarn art of a cat being thrown away. (the art was thrown away, not the cat)

Bingo!

Since then I've gone out of my way to find cat "art" that I could add to his collection. I give him credit. The worse the art, the more he loves it.

Looking for a new family

I'm questioning my whole existence tonight. First Jennie ditches watching the Celtics game to rewatch Firefly. Firefly! Good God.

Then Joey and I are arguing about who to root for if the Celtics get eliminated tonight and he uttered the sacrilegious sentence "I'm not even that big a Celtics fan".

WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE?!

Trying not to abuse my powers

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I have become the official photographer of The Book Club of Newburyport.

In past photos I stuck a picture of Oprah in amongst them and made them arm wrestle.

Tonight I got them to play with Beatles finger puppets. (If you look close you'll see the four boys from Liverpool, plus a George Martin puppet. George Martin. They should have gone with Yoko.)

The girls are good sports. They pose however I ask. I'm thinking for the next photo I get them to make a human pyramid. Or maybe I'll do an Anne Geddes pose and have them dress as babies dressed as bees or flowers. I'm working my way up to a Calendar Girls pose.

Girls night in Arlington

Tonight was an exciting night for Arlington. Christine is in town and Stacey went out and had her first post-Nate-al (get it?) glass of wine. In fact, I was ordered to have the glass of red waiting on the table for her so she could start drinking as she lowered her butt into the booth. Timing the wine in between feedings is key, I guess.

It was great to see Christine after almost 2 years. As you can see - none of us are aging. We all look as fabulous as we did in our 20's. (Granted, I'm not in this photo but this is the fantasy I tell myself so let's just go with it.) For those of you interested in Christine - she is still seeing Fletcher, she is enjoying her job (which was bought by another large medical device company but I've already forgotten the name), she travels to Europe for business and has a vacation in Spain on the horizon. Seems like just yesterday she was moving in to her Belmont apartment with Mike and her couch was stuck in the front door. Christine is one of those people that everyone says "Oh, Christine is so nice!" I used to be jealous about that but I've come to realize it's more fun being someone that no one says that about.

He'd hate the American Mothers Political Party, too

Mom and Sumner popped over for a Mom's day visit. We enjoy when Sumner ventures out and joins us.

He's a hoot. I like to get him going about politics which isn't hard to do. He won't be happy until everyone associated with local, state and federal government raises their collective hands and admits to the world that they suck. He hates them all, Democrats, Republicans, Tea Party-ans, Whigs, Dixiecrats; you come up with one, Sumner hates them equally. He recently sent me an article in the mail deriding something the government did; I don't even remember the topic and it doesn't matter. I retaliated by sending him 10 pages worth of articles on why it's great to be an American. He got a kick out of it and now he says he owes me a rebuttal.

In addition to the banter being fun I like the idea of mailing things - old school. In a time when our grandkids will grow up rarely using email because it is too slow; not instant enough; it's nice to slow down the world and let our U.S. post office casually hand carry our barbs back and forth to each other.

Sorry Mom for getting Sumner going on a rant. I should have given you a break on Mom's day. I just couldn't resist.

Love you Mom. Love you Mom E, too.

Our first date with Nate

Bill and I were introduced to baby Nate yesterday. We were impressed with his sharp wit, his intelligence and his rumored ability to projectile poop.

Bill was very excited to hear that the name Nate was chosen from a book that he gave Stacey by Adam Corolla side kick Theresa Strasser. When everyone else was giving ducky blankets and onesies, Bill gave Stacey a book called "Exploiting My Baby".

Next stop Harvard Square for dinner and David Sedaris at the Sanders Theater. The first question to him at the end of the show was "How much do you miss your mother?" The next was "What is the stupidest question you have ever gotten in a Q&A session?" I can only assume that the sold out house - minus one - was thinking of the first question of the evening.

Bill is really into ties now - this one is my favorite.

Joey Has a Girlfriend....Really!!

Joey's girlfriend, Lauren, came over tonight to meet us. We had pizza and told embarrassing stories about Joey. We hit all the highlights including classic Joey quotes ( "I thought it was gas, but it was more" and "Beats me") and even played his greatest hits CD (Joey singing along with Taylor Swift and Johnny Cash) that he made Bill for Christmas. Lauren was very nice, personable, joined into the discussion, and laughed at our jokes. "You're going to be our blog post!!" we promised.

We forgot to take her picture.

sleepo de mayo

Jennie and I whooped it up for Cinco de Mayo

Take out pizza and to bed by 8:00pm. I returned home today from California after getting only three hours sleep and being squished in a middle seat on the flight.

The little yellow guy on Jen's shoulder is a Frito Bandito rubber eraser. I used to have one growing up and loved it. (Jen and I were confused why our town's mexican restaurant had balloons with Italy's colors. Those ... are ..... Mexico's ..... colors ..... too. We're losers.)

The Royal Treatment

It's hard to believe I have not mentioned the royal wedding on the blog. Laura came over that morning and we watched while we ate our breakfast. Then I scampered off to do a promotional radio spot on WNBP at 7:45 am so that all the Newburyport elderly and shut-ins would know about the festival.

Marge was kind enough to send me some items to prepare for royal wedding watching. First, these handy tea bags with royal cartoon holders (of course I couldn't bear to use them!)

She also sent along some articles to catch up on all the royal kitsch. Its hard to see in this photo but they are mass producing things like William and Kate sick bags, plates, tea towels, teddy bears, and of course, condoms with the tag line: Lie back and think of England!!