Tear You Birthday A New A-Hole, LB

My friend LB & I have this strange fixation with Bigfoot. It started with Graham Roumieu's HILARIOUS book, Me Write Book: It Bigfoot Memoir. From the product description: Like many reclusive celebrities, Big Foot is misunderstood. In his touching memoir Me Write Book he wants to set the record straight, proving that although he’s larger, hairier, and more foul-smelling than most of us, he’s really not so different underneath.

Only the most coldhearted among us could look on without compassion as this hirsute Everyman struggles bravely with casual cannibalism, Pringles potato crisps, embarrassing moments with peach Schnapps, the desperate loneliness of personal ads, and philosophical quandaries.

Readers will never forget the plaintive voice from the wilderness that howls from every page of this searing, intimate account of a man-beast in the promised land. Do yourself a favor and don't pick up this book unless you're wearing rubber pants; you'll need 'em.

Anyway, Me Write Book turned out to be a gateway to bad Bigfoot movies, then a Bigfoot doll that came with a stamp pad to make footprints, etc. So for her birthday this year, I asked my very talented friend Gary Rith to make a Bigfoot Tea Set.
So, here 'tis, LB, Happy Birthday! One of these days I'll get around to sending it to you, or we'll save it till you make it here next.

For comparison's sake, so you can see how big these mugs are.

What would you do for a friend ... or a klondike bar. If they still make 'em.

So my friend Gary posts, "What would you do for a friend?"

It reminded me of the times I've spent with my very precious friend, LB.
She frequently talks me into doing ridiculous things to spare her the imagined embarrassment or other such awfulness. The last one that comes to mind was when we vacationed in Bennington, Vermont last spring.

We rented the most glorious vacation condo- basically a duplex- and we settled ourselves right in. Opened a bottle of wine, made some cookies (just those break-the-squares and bake things), spread our crap out around the place. And then she discovered- horrors- the wireless internet connection wasn't working. LB will DIE without her interwebs. She's like a shark that needs to keep swimming or it will sink to the bottom of the sea. She was afraid to call the fine gentleman we were renting the condo from, Norm, because, and this is a direct quote, "what if he shows up in a Nazi uniform?" I assured her that if Norm indeed showed up at our place wearing full Nazi regalia to fix our internet connection, I would shout obscenities at him and kick him in the balls. Needless to say, Norm was dressed quite normally and was delightful, staying on the phone with the local internet supplier for at least 30 minutes to get the connection figured out.

We were so young then ... and drunk.

LB was supposed to come visit this weekend but her car punched her in the butt with an enormous amount of repairs so we've had to postpone our fun. I'd been mentally preparing myself, so now I have this void where her craziness should've been. Everyone should have a friend you can be completely yourself with, someone you can tell the oddest, awfullest things about yourself to, who just nods & says, "well, that isn't so bad. Don't ever tell this to anyone else, though, okay?" LB is one of the few people in my world that I am totally and completely comfortable with, who sympathizes with me and gets my insanity, and I miss her somethin' horrible.

One thing I was looking forward to was FINALLY giving her the birthday gift that the wonderful Gary Rith made for me, all the way back in February, when I thought I might mail it to her. To rip her sadness a new a-hole, I promised her I'd send her photos of the gift, so I will do that tomorrow and post it here.

Plastic Planking

On orders from the Right Reverend Awesome, here are my planking shots.
I had the day off today & was home with the pups, who are not great at taking photographs, so my 'plankers' are my toy army men & the centurion who lives in my fridge.

PB & Plank

Cut the Mustard Plank

Potter's Pieces Plank

Bruce!

This song came on my ipod while I was doing yard work and I've listened to it five times since.
I love this man so.