She will get brand spanking new copy of Stephanie Kuehnert’s “I Wanna Be Your Joey Ramone” as soon as I have her address in hand. Thanks so much to you all who entered, I learned much and remembered many bands I love that I forgot about. (Like Gogol Bordello! Thanks, Liviania!)
And yes, it is Pixie’s birthday, but no, there is no hanky panky- I used a cool random number generator at www.random.org, and here we are. Enjoy the book, P.
We’re just gearing up for the weekend here, and Dan’s European tour. He’s flying today, so I’m invading Dave and Sandy’s house to sit at their pool all day Saturday. Little do they know. (Evil laugh here.)
I pick up J from sleepaway camp on Sunday. It’s been completely weird to be cut off from him for two weeks When he goes to camp, he doesn’t call or write. Since we know this ahead of time now, it’s OK, but the first year was brutal. But I understand his logic, too…if you’re gonna go be independent, let’s DO IT, right? But seriously, kid, would a phone call kill ya?
So I’ll pick him up, and this is probably the sum total of the information I’ll glean.
“How was camp?”
End of story. Luckily, he goes to the same camp I went to as a kid, so I can fill in the blanks…the sailing,the swimming, the cabin raids, the Led Zeppelin down by the boathouse, the smok…wait a minute. That kid is too old to go to camp. He needs parental supervision.
Oh well. At twelve, I guess he’s getting to the age I have to cut the apron strings a little bit. God knows he’s been trying to chew through them since birth.
Have a great weekend all!
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