This weekend, Claire was fortunate enough to go to a "Libby Lu" party. For those of you not in the know (like me), this is a birthday party for little girls, who go to this place and dress up, have their hair and makeup done ... all the stuff little girls like to do except they have trained professionals catering to their every whim. Think JonBenet Ramsey with a mall storefront. While Daniel and I stayed home and did what guys like to do on the weekend (hang out in our underwear and watch the good Sox crush the bad Sox), Daddy's little girl was being done up in nail polish, hairspray, and toppped off with the Audrey Hepburn scarf and sunglasses.
I don't know what this means, but I know one thing: I'm reporting Libby Lu to the INS.
2 comments:
you forgot: "we played trucks, drank beer, then smoked some stogies"
As in "Bachelor Party": booze, babes, and fire trucks ... or in the words of Homer Simpson: pancakes, beer, boobies ...
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