Keith and I attended a Cowboy and Indian-themed birthday party (so not PC) on Saturday to celebrate three birthdays: his 25th, and the birthdays of two of our other good friends, Shauna and Lacy. It was all Lacy’s idea, cause she’s all about the themed parties. We had a blast. I dressed up in my boots and a borrowed cowboy hat. I even bought a holster with some cap guns from Walmart (and rolls of ammo) to complete my look. When we checked out, the lady was like, “Oh, some little boy is going to be so happy.” I laughed, and so she was like, “or you.” That’s right, you scoundrel, the cap gun is for me. Anyhow, Keith was supposed to dress like an Indian, but he failed to get his outfit together. Luckily our friend Kailey had puff-painted an extra vest and had an extra feathered headband just lying around. She’s been quite the Martha Stewart lately. Keith ended up looking more like a boy scout than an Indian, but oh well. At some point, a couple of bandits brought in this overflowing mug of jello shots, which made for a fun time. It’s in an “Employee of the Year” mug from The Office. I don’t watch the show, but I’ve been told I’m missing out. Keith and I will probably rent season one soon and get started.
In other news, I haven’t attempted to use the Neti Pot again yet, but I’m still all clear from round one. Also, I’m on page 500 of Breaking Dawn, the last book in The Twilight Saga by Stephenie Meyer. Good stuff, folks. Good stuff.
ALSO, if you know Keith please tell him Happy Birthday! Oct. 24 is his big 2-5! He’s all grown up now.
