8.26.2009
still magic
8.25.2009
@shitmydadsays
I've been resisting the Twitter craze, but this is exactly the kind of thing Twitter was invented for. Man oh man I am definitely going to be completely addicted to checking his updates. He simply records things his 73-year-old dad says, such as:
"Your mother made a batch of meatballs last night. Some are for you, some are for me, but more are for me. Remember that. More. Me."
"Your brother brought his baby over this morning. He told me it could stand. It couldn't stand for shit. Just sat there. Big let down."
"Your mother made a batch of meatballs last night. Some are for you, some are for me, but more are for me. Remember that. More. Me."
"Your brother brought his baby over this morning. He told me it could stand. It couldn't stand for shit. Just sat there. Big let down."
8.23.2009
Merry Christmas
8.20.2009
8.19.2009
mariachi on the mountain
Before I headed down from the mountains to live in the city, I went on a weekend camping trip with my brother, sister in-law, and her brother. Definite highlight of the trip was the fact that a full mariachi band was camping in the spot adjacent to ours (accordion and all.) It was pretty incredible, and so unbelievably appropriate for a McCleary camp out.
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