bonnie had a birthday.
we were there. it was last week, and i have some pictures of what happened. pretty low key, but, also, we are not alcoholics, so...
this must have been before any birthday celebrations, because, as you can see, this is a delicious cheesy gordita crunch, merely the tastiest fast food sandwich type treat ever invented. bonnie hates taco bell.
i guess most things in dan's and my current life begin and end with our potato dog. if you don't understand that, it's because you have no soul.
(an aside: i am watching nbc today and the broadway ariel is on. this girl looks like she is sixteen! maybe i should get my clarinet out so i can play part of your world with her)
bonnie is experiencing a fair degree of visible consternation at the prospect of turning 30-er, 25.
(aside: someone take me to new york, so's i can see this little mermaid thing) luckily for bonnie, we rented a ton of sensational films to take her mind off of it. we watched ratatouille, and i cried. we watched meet the robinsons, and i cried. we watched the nanny diaries, and i can't figure out why it isn't, like, a really good movie, because i like everything i remember afterward, but something in the way it plays out is unpleasant. we watched stardust, and i might have cried. it was way better than i thought it would be. basically, i did not want to see it, and i made many comments along those lines. these were not all watched in one night, rather throughout the weekend.
it was past my bedtime (i.e. 8pm), so i was struggling to fend off the yawns.
tater's allowed to sleep whenever he wants.
look at those bedroom eyes. so inappropriate.
dan watched rather intently. his axe is in the background for easy access shredulation. he has two, and he let me affix a super sweet shins sticker to "mine."
tater begs food off people. it is a nasty habit.
but he has some tricks up his sleeve to feign genteelness. one of his most notable begging strategies is to step back and stalk with his eyes. when he discerns a chance of human kindness, he nonchalantly steps up and rests his head on the laps of unwitting homos(apiens).
then he decides to fall asleep.
this is the next day, saturday. it was cold as fire, baby, hot as ice. we were traversing to hamilton to eat some cake.
driver dan.
navigator. bonnie got a GPS for christmas. it is amazing. i have been the privileged designated GPS engineer. it's really, really cool.
bonnie rides in the back, but i offer her shotgun status.
i have a question for abc. how come they only show that's so raven during the saturday morning disney line up? further, why do they keep making episodes of this crap show?
it was dan's turn to pick the restaurant. under the strict restaurant picker cycle rules, he who chooses is to be followed blindly.
dan picked bonanza. i thought going into it that it was some local-y redneck joint. unbeknownst to me, however, bonanza equals ponderosa. i guess because there were two tv shows with the same content, only one of which anyone remembers, restaurateurs decided to replicate that staggering success.
i did not pass up the corn.
burger.
baked potato (dog).
what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, i guess, and we survived bonanza and made it to joyce's tasty cakes.
a lady at my work talks about it all the time. she just had them bake this:
for her daughter's first birthday.
we decided on a mini cake.
it looked like this (though it got a little smooshed on my drive home from bonnie's when some braking occurred).
and tasted like this. wedding cakey.
then it was bonnie's birthday the next day! we had some double chocolate cake.
the last three birthdays in the johnson house have been adorned with this green votive candle, because i can't remember to buy birthday candles. that is lame.
bonnie was kind enough not to mind.
luckily for bonnie, it was not a trick votive candle.
tater stuck around for the singing in the futile anticipation of cake crumbs.
then we went to macaroni grill for dinner and ate a ton of food and drank shirley temples.
completely unrelatedly, tater eats like crystal now, fish and chips. we are beginning his elimination diet, so we can find out if he is, indeed, allergic to his foodstuffs.
additionally, this snow will be gone by tomorrow, because it is finally going to be more than 5 in the mornings.
also, as some of you may know, bonnie canceled on me on friday, because she values work more than she values her own best friend. foolhardiness aside, she has decided to make it up to me with caribou coffee and 1.5 hours of reading time while she is on a break between two events today. i guess that suffices.
this must have been before any birthday celebrations, because, as you can see, this is a delicious cheesy gordita crunch, merely the tastiest fast food sandwich type treat ever invented. bonnie hates taco bell.
i guess most things in dan's and my current life begin and end with our potato dog. if you don't understand that, it's because you have no soul.
(an aside: i am watching nbc today and the broadway ariel is on. this girl looks like she is sixteen! maybe i should get my clarinet out so i can play part of your world with her)
bonnie is experiencing a fair degree of visible consternation at the prospect of turning 30-er, 25.
(aside: someone take me to new york, so's i can see this little mermaid thing) luckily for bonnie, we rented a ton of sensational films to take her mind off of it. we watched ratatouille, and i cried. we watched meet the robinsons, and i cried. we watched the nanny diaries, and i can't figure out why it isn't, like, a really good movie, because i like everything i remember afterward, but something in the way it plays out is unpleasant. we watched stardust, and i might have cried. it was way better than i thought it would be. basically, i did not want to see it, and i made many comments along those lines. these were not all watched in one night, rather throughout the weekend.
it was past my bedtime (i.e. 8pm), so i was struggling to fend off the yawns.
tater's allowed to sleep whenever he wants.
look at those bedroom eyes. so inappropriate.
dan watched rather intently. his axe is in the background for easy access shredulation. he has two, and he let me affix a super sweet shins sticker to "mine."
tater begs food off people. it is a nasty habit.
but he has some tricks up his sleeve to feign genteelness. one of his most notable begging strategies is to step back and stalk with his eyes. when he discerns a chance of human kindness, he nonchalantly steps up and rests his head on the laps of unwitting homos(apiens).
then he decides to fall asleep.
this is the next day, saturday. it was cold as fire, baby, hot as ice. we were traversing to hamilton to eat some cake.
driver dan.
navigator. bonnie got a GPS for christmas. it is amazing. i have been the privileged designated GPS engineer. it's really, really cool.
bonnie rides in the back, but i offer her shotgun status.
i have a question for abc. how come they only show that's so raven during the saturday morning disney line up? further, why do they keep making episodes of this crap show?
it was dan's turn to pick the restaurant. under the strict restaurant picker cycle rules, he who chooses is to be followed blindly.
dan picked bonanza. i thought going into it that it was some local-y redneck joint. unbeknownst to me, however, bonanza equals ponderosa. i guess because there were two tv shows with the same content, only one of which anyone remembers, restaurateurs decided to replicate that staggering success.
i did not pass up the corn.
burger.
baked potato (dog).
what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, i guess, and we survived bonanza and made it to joyce's tasty cakes.
a lady at my work talks about it all the time. she just had them bake this:
for her daughter's first birthday.
we decided on a mini cake.
it looked like this (though it got a little smooshed on my drive home from bonnie's when some braking occurred).
and tasted like this. wedding cakey.
then it was bonnie's birthday the next day! we had some double chocolate cake.
the last three birthdays in the johnson house have been adorned with this green votive candle, because i can't remember to buy birthday candles. that is lame.
bonnie was kind enough not to mind.
luckily for bonnie, it was not a trick votive candle.
tater stuck around for the singing in the futile anticipation of cake crumbs.
then we went to macaroni grill for dinner and ate a ton of food and drank shirley temples.
completely unrelatedly, tater eats like crystal now, fish and chips. we are beginning his elimination diet, so we can find out if he is, indeed, allergic to his foodstuffs.
additionally, this snow will be gone by tomorrow, because it is finally going to be more than 5 in the mornings.
also, as some of you may know, bonnie canceled on me on friday, because she values work more than she values her own best friend. foolhardiness aside, she has decided to make it up to me with caribou coffee and 1.5 hours of reading time while she is on a break between two events today. i guess that suffices.