My second cousin, Tim, posted this picture of his college buddies on Facebook.
Lovin’ the sibling speech! <3
Aw. They reblogged my mom and grandpa. <3
Lame. I’ll be off for a week starting tomorrow, but only because I have to go to Philadelphia for a funeral.
This past summer my family went to the James A. Michener Art Museum in Doylestown, PA (where my dad grew up). They had a cool exhibit with costumes from classic Hollywood films. The children’s portion of the exhibit had costumes. We, grown all grown-ups, decided to play around.
My grandpap is the Cowardly Lion. <3
so i was looking at someone else’s sugar wares - and thinking… “i should do one like that someday”… when it occurred to me that i’d never made a cake just for me.
no one else telling me that they wanted this colour or that. no timeline/deadline.
just for me.
and that’s when i tried to think about something i like - and i like mondrian. so hence, this cake.
no miracle, but i like it.
My friend Christopher’s father is an artist. For fun, he paints a lot of things with neoplastic compositions. If I was closer to his father, I would make him a cake just like this on his birthday.
What constitutes close, by the way? I have slept on this guy’s bed, showered in his bathroom, done the dishes in his sink, play-fought in his living room, drunkenly staggered to his porch, and eaten his vegan mayonnaise. Yet I have only met him once, briefly.
Now it’s sleeping on its back on top of the fridge. But really… my day has been quite un-extraordinary.
-My friend’s little brother
I’m pretty sure everything about what you just told me is extraordinary.
Here I am at the 1991 Contrucci Family Reunion.
Check out how young my mom looks.
And look at Great-Aunt Dorinda creeping in the back with her cig.