Tonight PS brought home her writing notebook to finish a story that she had started. She also shared with us some of her other writing exercises, one was on her favorite memory.
"On my dad's birthday a lady dressed like a bunny came to our house and sang a song."
OMG--I nearly died. What must her teacher think?
Yes, it's true, for DH's 30th birthday I hired a singing telegram dressed like a playboy bunny. I very tame, non-risque bunny. The company I hired normally didn't even do that sort of thing, but when I explained what I wanted and that there would be children and grandparents present, they agreed. I did it because DH's mom did it for his dad for his 30th birthday (which is especially hilarious because DH's parents are veeerrrryyyy conservative). DH remembered his dad's bunny, and I thought it would be a fun tradition to carry on.
The look on DH's face when he opened the door to the bunny was priceless. We had already managed the huge surprise of a party--his family lives 300 miles away, so smuggling them all into town and getting him out of the house was tricky--and it was the icing on the cake.
On a sadder note, today is my baby brother's 30th. He still hasn't spoken to me since the Spring Break fiasco. I'm pretty pissed at him for not giving me so much as a phone call to congratulate me for, ya know, the whole law school thing. But maybe I'll try to be the bigger person and give him a call.
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I was fighting with my sister (which is unusual, I'm usually fighting with my brother), and I was, as always, the first to break down and call. I have decided that it's the plight of the older sibling.
Suck it up and call. You'll do it eventually, may as well do it sooner rather than later ;)
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