Random and direct musings on politics, gardening, and life in general by an unlikely suburbanite.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Danny is 12!
So we went to the Columbia Tower, and Seattle Public Library. Only one bus from a nearby park and ride, but a lot of hills to climb. It was only 11 dollars for four of us to go to the 73rd floor.
Danny used to carry his stuffed bunny and wear his leather Harley jacket with a jesters hat, all the time. He wouldn't leave the house without them, so that "wadies will wook at me."
Danny and Jim have been collecting vintage audio equipment at a thrift store outlet. Tonight they decided to recreate a classic radio broadcast. The peace sign is from Jim's shirt, reflecting in our french doors. Oh, and don't worry, the cigar is fake.
I am an unlikely suburban housew..., um employed mother, who loves to shake up preconcieved notions with incongruent elements. In other words, I wear my peasant skirts with combat boots. Follow along as I blow up the white picket fence one post at a time.