The Bunny, Bette, and our adopted 30s son, Louis, are trekking to Memphis this afternoon for Bands Not Bombs. Actually, we are only coming for all you-can-drink-PBR, and then we will rudely leave when we've had enough to drink. If you're an avid Memphis reader, please look for these faces:
Then again, Louis cut his man-fro, I now have bangs, and the Bunny will not likely be wearing an elf hat, nor will any of us don our ugly sweaters for today's events. I'd venture to say that without all of that hideousness, we are nearly unrecognizable.
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