High Fashion

The family went out and had a lovely dinner with my parents who are in town for a few days.  After dinner we said our goodbyes and got in the car when Sam remembered that he had a present for my dad.  It is a belt that closes with a seat belt buckle instead of a real buckle because both my son and my dad think that is cool.  (Coolness skips a generation, apparently.)

Anyway, Kira and I were looking at the belt and it has a word on it which we assumed was some fancy French brand name.  We were trying to pronounce it, "Ehrmahgerd".  We said it over and over again; "Ehrmahgerd, Ehrmahgerd Ehrmahgerd..." And then we figured it out. It isn't a fancy brand name. It is, "Oh my god" the way a dopey teenager would say it. 

My dad is going to love it. I can't wait to see him wearing it. 

My New Cloak

Beth came to Duluth tonite because we are going to Washington together tomorrow for a sister vacay with Amy.  She brought me my birthday present.  It's a faux fur cloak.  When I saw her bringing it to the door I thought she was holding a bear cub.  I tried it on and I love it.

I'm going to wear it whenever I'm with her for the rest of my life.  Kira asked where she got it.  Turns out she got it at a gas station.  (That sounds kind of tacky, but I know the gas station she's talking about and they do have some really cute clothes. I've got other stuff from there.) Then I was saying how warm it is and she said, "I know, I used to wear it in the fish house with Lorin," and I said, "How could you wear MY new cloak ice fishing.  It's only October."  And she said, "Oh, it's not new."  She said she bought it for herself not as a joke but she decided she couldn't pull it off because as she said, "The big-breasted woman looks like a tootsie roll in a brown, stretchy cloak."  Then we were talking and I got a bit of fur in my mouth and I said, "I got a bit of fur in my mouth," and she said, "It's probably dog fur.  Tess really likes to lay on that cloak."