Pat Tillman goes from hero to victim. Bush has Saddam's pistol as a souvenir. John Ashcroft and Tom Ridge are in a turf war. Reminds of Donovan's version of "And The War Drags On."
Clan Schwoopie over yesterday for a Dunk 'n Dine. The adult wimmens wouldn't dain to wetten, but Bella was, as always, a gamer. Because Gabe jumped in from the side, ear plugs and all, Bella had to, too. Comes up sputtering and blowing, eyes wide, says, "I did it!!" and flashes a grin and a big (relatively) thumbs up for the cameras. I lobster over to where she's bobbing and she confides, sotto voce "Grampa, I scared." What a brave little toaster.
Gabe made good and repeated use of the inflatable slide until I plucked him up and flang him mostly up to the top of the slide where he bounced twice and skidded down, kersploosh. Ensued what must have been hours of One More Time.
Postponed the rotator cuff healing process by about a year, I think, judging by the way it felt during Shrek 2 today. Sat with Gabe on my left and Bella alternating twixt Nanna's lap on my right and mine. Great movie, great fun, great holiday. Tomorrow I'll kick Larry's ass around Dobson for the trifecta.
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