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Today we went out to lunch with Pawpaw, Mimi, and Aunt Terri at Acme on the north shore. Upon arrival, Pawpaw fawned over how freaking tall Paul is, how I have blossomed into such a lady, and how much Victoria resembles a prostitute. I kid you not. The man went on and on about how Victoria looks like a hooker. A high class hooker, of course. He said that he’d be her pimp and would sell her for $5000 a trick. That’s my fam! Pawpaw has nicknames for all of us; Mom’s the poot, I’m the tomato, and Victoria is the potato. So the moral of the story is Pawpaw has a classy tomato and a trashy potato. Also Pawpaw is a g.
After lunch we headed back to Gretna and donned our bathing suits and sat poolside for a few hours. Then we headed over to the Gretna BMX track for Joseph’s race around 6. Joseph is known as “Joseph the Dirt Devil Middleton” with him BMX peeps. He is the image of U, S, and A in his star spangled shirt and pants, flag bandana around his neck, and a red, white, and blue bike. God bless Uh‘merica. Joseph won the blue ribbon for his age bracket, and was quite pleased with himself. By the time all the races were done, it was already past 9. We headed over to Tennou for sushi night, though, because we are troopers. The Jennings clan ordered our weight in sushi deliciousness and did WORK. From squid salad and edamame all the way through salmon sashimi and the New Orleans roll..we all left with food babies and an inkling of self-loathing, but sated nonetheless.
I'm not so much in the writing mood so ta for now.
peace love and trashy potatoes
