It's Friday night and I'm going to actually post something tonight instead of blowing it off like I have been the last couple of weeks. Let's see... what to say, what to say...
Um, Mr. Z has a "play date" tomorrow with this nice nerdy boy he met at camp. The kid's like two years older than him but he's very short and has big ol' buck-teeth. He and Mr. Z seem to have really hit it off. I love that the kinds of kids that Mr. Z is drawn to are really sweet and mellow, instead of the sporty, buzz-cut asshole types. And this new friend is apparently bringing over two of his light-sabers, so it should be quite the nerd-a-palooza. I'll try to get some pictures.
What else. Oh, last night I made some ho-made (me being the ho') pizzas and they rocked the house. I grabbed a shitload of basil from the garden, whipped me up some pesto and voila:
I made a lot of dough, so there were three of those mo-fos. I'm tellin' ya, there's no reason to order pizza again. And it's so fucking easy. I'll post my recipe sometime, if anyone's interested. Get a load of me -- I'm Betty Fucking Crockshit.
Hmm... what else. Oh, Mr. Z took a dump tonight and said that it had three different colors in it, so he called it "NeoPOOlitan." That's my boy! Though I suggested a minor adjustment to "NeopoliTURD." Then he countered with "NeoPOOliTURD." Teamwork! It's like a poo think tank in this house -- a Stink Tank, if you will. Even if you won't!
I'm gonna try to record some new stuff with Miss O this weekend. She's been singing these incredible songs around the house, of late, and I have to get them on tape. She's been using this wacky vibrato in her voice, too, that totally cracks me up. She's got this Billie Holliday warble going on. Crazy!
And that's all I've got. Nothing earth-shattering but, hey, it's a Friday post so lay-the-shit off, for cry-eye.