Enveloped in the second blessing are all the wonderful acts and gestures my friends and family do for me. Their friendship and love would be enough for any mere mortal, but, they always go above and beyond, because they are the shit.
The Shan Man totally outdid himself today. This morning he ambushed me with what I shall call, in complete earnestness, one of the best gifts ever given to me. And I’ve gotten some pretty pimp gifts in my day. I mean, Jennie, Jon & Becky gave me coasters with pictures of their FACES on them! And I’ve mentioned before that Amy’s gift of a pocket mirror with my nickname, “Natty Lite,” engraved on it is one of the fanciest things I own.
But this, this is awesome on a different level. This is awesome because, while he’s a cool cat, Shannon and I don’t see eye to eye all of the time… but we do see eye to eye on poop jokes and inappropriate behavior. And that’s all you need in my book. Who needs to agree on politics and religion when what is really important is a well placed fart in a conversation, to which you are the master and I just try to be worthy of your lessons.
Shan Man – thanks again for my super sweatshirt. It effing rocks.
The Puffy Taco restaurant was a Mexican Restaurant in North KC. I, unfortunately, never had the opportunity to go there and check out their menu. Shannon assures me that as far as food goes, I wasn't missing much and that it wasn't that good. I can only assume it was because it all tasted like vagina.