What lies before us

When I woke up this morning, my sheet was wrapped around and underneath me. The sun had come up and I could hear what sounded like the rest of the house up and running around. I brushed my teeth, put on a pair of sleep shorts and came up stairs. Someone had taken the time to prepare hot cinnamon rolls and so I took advantage of the possibilities and ate cinnamon rolls and pulp-less orange juice. Am I the only one who likes a full-pulped glass of orange juice? Don't they realize that pulp in your orange juice makes the orange juice actually taste like real squeezed orange juice?
Its like crunchy peanut butter. You need the crunch to add the true flavor of the peanut.

The Thomas E. Baynham III family is now, no, was in a modified magic puppy pile, but Cindy has now abandoned the puppy pile and is pronouncing her requirements of the kid from the entrance to Kate's room.

This may be the first interactive, shared responsibility blog of this blog spot. Does Kate have anything to add?

Yes, indeed. I would like nothing more than to be able to sit on the beach with my family sipping on bloody mary's, but rather, my mother insists that I get all gussied up for a picture, excuse me, portrait. I think this her payback for the fact that I refused to pay a $20 sitting fee for senior portraits that would have looked horrible anyways. que sera sera.

Dad, anything else?

Yes, why no senior picture, Kate? Was it money problems or a distrust of the photographers?

I guess I will have to come back later and correct all the spelling errors. Kate, as you may have noticed is coming closer to becoming an effete alcoholic.

An effete alcoholic is one who gets consistently and adequately drunk on hoity toity drinks. Beer alcoholics are ones who are usually older white guys. Wine alcoholics are usually old dudes on the street or people who spend an inordinate time in the wine regions of California. The guys who drink sterno work in the kitchens of hotels. Effete alcoholics end up drinking martinis or cosmopolitans, depending on gender.

Kate says that when she drinks she only drinks the cheapest beers available if left to her own devices. She promises only to drink like an effete alcoholic if drinking on someone elses' money.

I am sure this whole conversation disturbs her mother. I suppose the fact that Kate picked Hunter S. Thompson as one of her idols is troubling. I also suppose that my picking Ernest Hemingway as one of mine was troubling to my parents. It is hard to find a modern American writer to pick for a writing idol. I suppose my regard for Walker Percy was a good choice.

Any choice for an idol is bound to provide problems. Idols per se are troublesome.