(SORT OF) STALKING ON SATURDAYS

 It’s Saturday- I am writing this at 3:42pm. 


On Saturdays when Sara and I were kids my dad would pick us up at 11am.  Some weekends we would go to the mall with him and help lost children find their parents, or read the paper and eat A&W, while other times our dad would take us to 7-11 or the Airport and we would make up stories about strangers, eventually settling on someone who looked interesting and then we would follow them home. Or close to it. I know this sounds insane. It’s not as crazy or weird as it sounds. And I’m sure my father’s memory of these activities is much less illegal sounding. Then Saturday afternoons we would get back to my dad’s apartment with groceries and movies and settle in for an evening of TV/Movies and couch lounging. No matter the evening’s activities, each weekend we would eventually watch War of the Worlds, Golden Girls and Empty Nest. In that order. I don’t remember ever eating a vegetable or a fruit while at my dad’s, which did not bother me one bit. So even now at the ripe old age of 28 I still associate Saturdays with: errands, movies, TV, fries and fish sticks from a box. 


Today Chris horrified us all by continuing the very dangerous trend of adding Cheese Balls to his Vegan Chili. When will the Cheese Balls run out?????!!!!!
 

Can this still be considered a vegan lunch?

Can this still be considered a vegan lunch?

Lindsey Byrnes is visiting and she and I spent the morning belly button deep in book edits. We’re expecting a visit from Emy Storey today and hope to wrap up the books this week. In the coming weeks we will have updates and exciting news about when you can get the books!!!!

proof it!

proof it!

It’s a relaxed day in the studio. Saturdays have that effect. While none of us can run errands, see a movie or lay on the couch watching Dune, this evening we will be here, making music and eating cheese balls. Almost as good. Almost. 

Sara is recording wurlitzer and reading a dirty book (again)

Sara is recording wurlitzer and reading a dirty book (again)


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