okay, silly story time.
We took Em to Friday's for dinner and she had a ball. waving to the waitress, distracting other diners, and flirting with the little boy next to her.
Em is still being introduced to table food. I give her a little of my dinner every time I eat and only after she finished her jar food.
This night she ate garlic bread and tomatoes and mashed potaoes. Em HATED the mashed potatoes! she put her hand in her mouth and took out the slimy white disgusting mess. and before I could clean her hand off, some poor innocent waiter walked by. she put out her hand and smeared her potato hand all over the guy! I tried to tell the waiter but he was gone. I couldn't even get up the voice to tell her how much that was not a good idea. I was too busy laughing. some poor guy walked around with used food on his uniform because of Em. I could imagine what he thought it might be at the end of the night.
hoped you found my Em story a bit amusing. I was dying to share that. I love her. oh, today I had an interview. I talked about her believe it or not. cross your fingers for me baby! I think I did well. the lady was impressed cause I actually knew someone there from college and one of my old jobs! small friggin world.
I keep having strange dreams about conversations with Andy Warhol. well, gotta put on my jammies and see Andy again tonight. sweet dreams, dahlings. Love ya.
edited to say I'm a friggin old lady on thursday. one step closer to 30 than 20.
We took Em to Friday's for dinner and she had a ball. waving to the waitress, distracting other diners, and flirting with the little boy next to her.
Em is still being introduced to table food. I give her a little of my dinner every time I eat and only after she finished her jar food.
This night she ate garlic bread and tomatoes and mashed potaoes. Em HATED the mashed potatoes! she put her hand in her mouth and took out the slimy white disgusting mess. and before I could clean her hand off, some poor innocent waiter walked by. she put out her hand and smeared her potato hand all over the guy! I tried to tell the waiter but he was gone. I couldn't even get up the voice to tell her how much that was not a good idea. I was too busy laughing. some poor guy walked around with used food on his uniform because of Em. I could imagine what he thought it might be at the end of the night.
hoped you found my Em story a bit amusing. I was dying to share that. I love her. oh, today I had an interview. I talked about her believe it or not. cross your fingers for me baby! I think I did well. the lady was impressed cause I actually knew someone there from college and one of my old jobs! small friggin world.
I keep having strange dreams about conversations with Andy Warhol. well, gotta put on my jammies and see Andy again tonight. sweet dreams, dahlings. Love ya.
edited to say I'm a friggin old lady on thursday. one step closer to 30 than 20.
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egon:
hey! thanks for the complement. I've put a couple of hours into it today, and it is looking better than ever! I am reaching that point where i will spend much more time looking at it than painting it, which means it's almost done. I'll post the finished version.
kris7:
I was thinking of this story about Em at work last week, and I couldn't help giggling to myself. *mashed potato SPLAT*
