We had the Bunny's birthday party--he turned 29 along with Lisa and Brian--this past Saturday night. There was a lot of booze, minimal dancing, some brave souls actually got in the pool, and I wore a sexy dress and drank cheap tequila. As for the photos, I'm too lazy to repost here, but those who are friends on Facebook can witness the photographic evidence there. Here's a teaser:
Thanks, yet again, to Ina Garten, for I just made the most delicious meal ever. Her grilled California pizza recipe was modified to fit our desire for a simple margherita pizza. We utilized fresh basil from our garden on the pizzas and fresh lettuce, also from our garden, for our salads. Check out the recipe, and tell them Bette sent you.
Every week, a new story about a man killing his entire family before committing suicide pops up in the news. Someone please explain this to me. It's just too dark to think on at the moment.
I'm still disturbed by some things I learned recently about my father, so it's no wonder that I was dreading our birthday dinner with them yesterday. Towards the end of the visit, my father and I started discussing the legalization of marijuana. He has a hypothesis that "all the problems in the Middle East could be cured if everyone just sat down, smoked a big doob, and talk it out." Idealistic--yes, but I kind of like his thought process.
As I washed up the vintage pyrex bowl my parents returned to me yesterday--they had to finish off the Nutter Butter Banana Pudding I brought in the bowl last time I saw them--I caught site of something foreign on the bottom. A crude note scrawled on masking tape with a Sharpie read, "Love you. --Dad" Despite my current feelings towards him, I didn't have the heart to peel it off the bowl.
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Of course, I don't know the innards of what's going on with your dad, but I don't have to to see that you are such a lovely person. You always move me. I hope whatever it is...I don't know what to say.
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