The Balls be Red
Good Morning.
( I am conducting an experiment today. Mr. President has forgotten all about the time change and is still totally asleep. I already changed all his clocks-let’s see if he notices!)
Mr. President has moved since our last visit to Thriladelphia and we are all currently snuggled into his new neighborhood. It’s called “Forgotten Bottom”, no seriously that’s what they call it. seriously. So far my favorite part is the giant beast-dog that lives on the other side of the wall that surrounds our little back porch. He’s part mastiff and parts of some other dogs that are really big and has a great low-toned, woofy bark. We have all (Spawn included) taken to tossing pieces of meat and cheese over the wall and listening as he snarfs it up. Spawn especially likes to have conversations with him. “Shhhh! quiet puppy! You want some dinner puppy? You want some chicken nuggets? What, puppy? You don’t want dinner? Okay-no barking!” It’s riveting I know-I’m working on the screenplay right now.
In other news I feel it is fair to report that my first fancy Red Ball party was a raging success. I’m at least 90% sure that neither of my boobs fell out of my dress and I didn’t even laugh and point when the woman in the sheer black mesh number walked by. Kids, I have never needed a spy camera as badly as I did last night. Good gracious there were some looks! Mr. President and I were of course the very picture of style and class and I didn’t even fall over once. As I said- raging success. We finished the night at one of our favorite local spots and have reached a new relationship milestone. The one that means I can now gently rib my squeeze with his pals and nobody gets all weird about it. I’m trying to come up with a good video game or sports reference to enhance my “leveling up” point but I had a car-bomb last night and might have left all my quick-firing synapses in the bottom of a pint glass.
I think I need a cheese steak.
