Sunday, the fabulous and irresistible Mom-101 and la bonita giggly-ita Thalia came over yonder to our breyer patch to hang on the stoop and shoot the shit like mofos. I was having so much fun mingling in the flesh that I almost didn't let them leave. In fact, I am literally stalking their hotel room as I type this, thumbs on my T-Mobile Sidekick (if I had one.)
Archer tried his new joke on Thalia. She laughed, of course, polite as she was, even though it was not as funny as it could have been:
So a twenty one month-old walks into a bar and he orders a bottle of breast milk, straight up...
... Says the bartender, sorry kid, our wet nurses all called in sick. How about a juicy-juice? Heh, heh, heh...
Um, yeah. Archer's back in his highchair working on the punchline.
Please see Mom-101 for her encore presentation: Babies on a Couch: A One Act. Sing it with me: "West coast boys and Easssstteeeeern giiiiiiirlssss. Eastern Girls..."
Mad Love to my lovely lady friend and thank you for kicking it old school with the fam. Twas delightful.