My niece turned 30 this past weekend. She looked great! She was dancing and twirling in her beautiful blue-gray, spaghetti-strapped, BCBG dress. People around her were laughing and dining on catered crab cakes, baked ravioli, and stuffed mushrooms all while sipping pomegranate martinis. A beautiful, white, sheet cake sat nearby on a table but served as a decoy for the REAL cake that had yet to make an entrance—a fluffy, light-as-a-cloud, cream-filled confection adorned with a colorful array of plump, glazed, fresh fruit that quivered with anticipation!
Prediction: on my thirtieth birthday I will be eating a fried fish sandwich in the parking lot of a Kittle’s next to the motel where I’m staying courtesy of Goofaw’s Chuckle Room.
Monday, April 9, 2007
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I love that you have a niece that's older than you. I do, too! And a nephew, in fact. He also wore a blue-grey spaghetti-strapped dress for his big day. Those crazy Dutch!
That's what happens when your dad is pushing eighty. It's the Ciiiircle of liiiife. I don't know about dresses, but I know some people from The Netherlands call it Holland, and I heard you call it Holland last night, so that's street.
I hope that your fish sandwich quivers twice as much as the fruit/cake!
It will. Because five years from now, Long John Silvers will quit greasing their buns and start substituting gelatin (for a healthier shine).
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