Last night my son and I had an Un-Birthday Party. Some Fun-Fetti cake, Neopolitan ice cream, and plastic forks. My friend Niccole said the whole apartment building "reeked of cake". In a good way. She brought coconut curry and Rowan's tweed; I taught her to knit using Lovikka and Susan Bates size 13 needles. She said we were "freegans" (rhymes with vegans) because we like to barter. Sounds good to me.
No comments:
Post a Comment