Did summer fly by, or what? Suddenly, school buses are everywhere.
Time to download the interesting, but unrelated, photos in my camera.
Category 1: Devouring mini-cupcakes.
This was at the "everybody-who-has-a-birthday-in-July" party at Southland. They had beautiful, deliciously fat-filled cupcakes for all the residents.
Dad had three.
I was only quick enough with the camera to capture two scarf-downs.
I think the third disappeared when I blinked. The guy can inhale desserts in record time.
Then, he's not busy eating when birthday parrots come to visit.
Category 2: T-shirt competition.
My brother, the ex-clown, is a University of Maryland graduate. The school with a turtle for a mascot. Which is really kind of sad, because turtles are slow and lumber-y. Not something you generally look for in a point guard.
But those Terp fans, they defend that turtle like nothing you've ever seen. Which is good, I guess, because the turtle is clearly too lumber-y and slow to defend himself. Maybe fans simply feel sorry for the poor thing.
Anyhoo. I'm a Barry University graduate. I didn't attend the main campus, so I never attended a Buccaneers game. But I certainly know that a swarthy buccaneer could squash a lowly turtle.
My loyalty lies more in the direction of our county baseball team. The Manatees. Technically, sea cows.
I know I'm talking apples (basketball) and oranges (baseball) here, but I really couldn't care less about the thrill of victory or the agony of defeat.
I'm talking about what looks cute on a t-shirt.
Hands down, the sea cow shirt. (In battle, though, I still win. A sea cow could eat a turtle. Or just flip him on his back and swim away.)
Category 3: Missing product.
My grocery store stopped carrying a major ingredient in my FAVORITE homemade pasta sauce. I can't find it anywhere.
Does your local grocer have Bellino Sun-dried tomatoes? If it does, let me know. I'll contact it and see about getting some shipped to sea cow territory.
I'm going to go hide now, because Terp fans are going to let me have it.