This week my friend and roommate turned a sweet 23! We celebrated with a birthday supper, which was supposed to be green enchiladas, rice and beans, etc. That plan terminated when I turned the wrong burner on and a glass pan exploded all over the stove top and into the chicken and green sauce. bummer. It turned into a pizza party after that. (I can't say "pizza party" without feeling a little of the enthusiasm and excitement of a fourth grader at Ruth Livingston Elementary.) Happy 23 to Chelsea!
Also, Rhett and I worked on some new tunes. I'll keep you posted for when we get a record label, ha ha.
Here we are trying NOT to have double chins.
2 comments:
Your comment about the excitement of the words "pizza party" made me smile. So true! 4th graders' happiness is easily bought. Rhett is a cool name. I conjure up Gone With the Wind images, and of course, a suave guy. Oh, and the secret to no double chins is actually putting your chin down further, and putting your tongue to the roof of your mouth. :)
Loved the darkish, avant garde pictures of you and Chelsea, Emily. I wish I could have been there for the fun and cupcakes.
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