Hug a Vegan/Hippie

I hugged one vegan! I forgot to hug the other vegan, but anyhoo, one will do. I did my see-crud handshake with the other vegan, (who's not so vegan) so it think that counts as a hug. Whenever Emily eats meat, I clap. Cheer. Sing songs about the wonders of meat. I'm kind of mean that way. I am sorry! I could not live without bacon, ham and hamburgers. And maybe chicken nuggets.

My father and Mother have been invited to a hippie party. Don't you love it when you say father and mother? It makes me sound so prim and proper. Anyway, they have.
Dad's yet to acquire his full costume, but the wig and pendant are a pretty good start. And the sunglasses. Those are good too. And while we were in goodwill today looking for a costume for mom and me, I heard "gimme some lovin". I really wanted to break out and dance. I resisted until I got home and danced with Richard and the gang. Big Mama. Charlie. Emily. I love them. I am making Richard Simmons believers everywhere, and it is just the greatest.

And that's that. I hope you hugged your vegan today.

Sincerely,
Do you love sausage???

That scoundrel

Two Holidays again. How wonderful. And today is extra wonderful because its Fathers Day.

I love this. I found it the other day. I laughed so hard when I saw it. This will be going in the front pocket of my purse. And for those of you who know me, you have to be pretty awesome to get into that pocket of my purse. No dorks allowed. I love my dad so much. He makes me laugh. We are both sanguine. Sanguines are the best. My dad and I are the most alike. Our fingers are alike. My dad is the same way about cars as I am about clothes. Genius.

The funny thing is, is that my dad and uncle look exactly alike. I call him dad, and the cousins call him dad too. Well of course they call their dad dad. That's because he is. What I meant is that they called my dad their dad. But you knew that. They even have the same shirt, which makes it even more confusing. One time, we went to my Aunts house. All the neighbors called because they thought my uncle was back in town. We laughed at that really hard. We tried to get my dad to wear a wig the next time we came through.

My dad is not here today. Or I am not there. I have not been with Dad on fathers day or his birthday for the last 2 years. Sadley, this year will be the same. I'm sorry dad. When We see you again, we'll have a big party. We'll eat strawberry rhubarb pie and sing Cry Me a river. But right now ,it's too late. Too late. Happy Fathers day dad, You are the best father a girl could ever want. :)

Sincerely,
Lucky Girl

PS: I've Seen no flying Mexicans, btw. I am watching out for them.

PPS: For those of you wondering, my dad has never been in jail. I would not love him as much if he had been. Jail is smelly, or so I've heard. It would bother my dad's nose.

PPSS: My dad is not really a scoundrel at all. He is a dirty chicken though. Haha, love you dad!