The world didn't end, and Sunday was lovely!

Tuning in: 1989.

We listened to cassette tapes of me, and me and Adam, decorating Christmas trees (or "chimistrees") back in 1989 and 1992. In the 1989 tape, I am two years old. When prompted to sing a Christmas carol, I sing "Away in the manger, no cib [sic] for his bed, the little Lord Jesus lay down his sweet head... how's that?!" and then go on to summarize the verse about how "the cattle are lowing, the poor baby wakes, but little Lord Jesus, no crying he makes" as "nothing to cry about." I also try to convince my parents to hang a very large something (it's not clear what) on the tree and when the problem of size arises, I say brightly, "We can cut it into a little piece!" My parents laughed themselves silly on the tape and in the present, at our kitchen table, remembering what an articulate and relentless little chatterbox I was.

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I also describe the Christmas tree as "big and hung."

Wedding recap.

Aftermath.

Milwaukee weekend.

Cutest drunk person EVER. He giggles hysterically when drunk. And his dad is a major alcohol pusher. I have no idea how much beer those two drank Friday night at the Rock Bottom… I had one martini against my will (“This ‘Chocolate Covered Banana’ sounds really great when you say it out loud, but I can’t order this… they forgot a hyphen in the menu!”).

Milwaukee.

Running possible wedding dates past his dad.










RENTED ice cream? Gee… I don’t know about this…

Apology accepted, but only because you stuttered.

My mom tried to explain bra sizing to me today, as I couldn't understand why I should be wearing a 30C instead of a 32B (I mean, the girls don't grow if I transition between sizes). I'm still a little shaky on the logic behind the whole thing (that is, I still think an "A" should hold the same volume regardless of whether it's on a band size 30 or 40), but she did draw a funny diagram that I'll share with you...



I guess it makes sense. Sort of.

gk, concerts on the square.

We went to see Garrison Keillor at Ravinia in Highland Park on Saturday night, and spent Sunday washing and waxing cars, watching 30-year-old Wimbledon tournaments and celebrating Adam's upcoming 20th birthday.




One man leaned out to snap a photograph right in GK's face and GK grabbed his hand and continued singing, "OH, I need your love!"







And two random pictures from about a month ago...







Here are some pictures I shot at Concerts on the Square last Wednesday... the day was the most beautiful of the summer by far.




Bernd, the unwilling subject ;-)