Party Like It's 1957
I drank a little too much wine, the flowers were a little too My Budget Wedding, and the restaurant "accidentally" charged me $1200 too much, but all in all I would call Mom's 50th Birthday Bonanza a wild success, by Elkhart standards. Everyone sure looked pretty.





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In other news, the new "Anything you can do I can do better" Gap commercial makes me think you should really reconsider your boyfriend if he wears those sissy pants.
Dylan has a new hobby called Hiding In Dark Corners And Scaring The Living Shit Out Of Mommy.
The new TV armoire I'm buying used to be in a House of Blues Hotel room. I bet it's been present when more than one D-list celebrity had sloppy sex with someone whose name they couldn't remember just before barfing on the floor. Corey Haim, maybe.
I love Stephen Colbert to the point where he should start being concerned.
This picture will be even funnier tomorrow.





In other news, the new "Anything you can do I can do better" Gap commercial makes me think you should really reconsider your boyfriend if he wears those sissy pants.
Dylan has a new hobby called Hiding In Dark Corners And Scaring The Living Shit Out Of Mommy.
The new TV armoire I'm buying used to be in a House of Blues Hotel room. I bet it's been present when more than one D-list celebrity had sloppy sex with someone whose name they couldn't remember just before barfing on the floor. Corey Haim, maybe.
I love Stephen Colbert to the point where he should start being concerned.
This picture will be even funnier tomorrow.
