They're running out of shrimp! I keep using this joke and variations thereof when S eats too much ice cream ("The ice cream store called") or Mudflap eats too many chicken wings ("The farmer called"). The other night Mudflap retorted, "The Seinfeld people called, they want you to quit using their joke!"
I forgot to post about the incredible food we ate the other night at J. Fi's shower. It was at her snooty friends' big, gorgeous house and it was catered. They even had a bartender there and a margarita machine! But since I'm no longer drinking AT ALL I could only gaze upon it with fond memories. I did take 1 tiny sip of S's extremely strong rum and coke. Anyway, the food was major! Shrimp tamales, shrimp cocktail (the ocean definitely called us that night!), sausage jambalaya, chip/salsa, garlic bread, and lemon mousse for dessert! The baby only wanted to eat bread and raspberries--she's so weird sometimes. It was a nice party but we only stayed a couple of hours and left even before J. Fi opened her gifts. I have a very low tolerance for boring, humorless, image-obsessed yuppies.
This a.m. the baby and I went to see Happy the Clown in action. He put on a great show! I forgot how funny he is. The nice lady at the library gave me extra prizes for the baby for the summer reading club. They will come in handy, that's for sure, now that we are way broke. Extra free hamburger from Whataburger, extra pass to the downtown Aquarium. Nice!!! Always gotta remember to count my blessings.
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