Superior Grill. Delicious food and even better company.
Fireworks from The Club for my window viewing pleasure, financed by a bride's parents.
This is why I feel safe - a Smart Car parked on the sidewalk. On. The. Sidewalk. A police vehicle should 1) never, ever be able to park on a sidewalk; 2) be larger than a Tonka toy; and 3) have the ability to reach speeds faster than a moped.
Stick & Pops! I received a special delivery of these delicious goodies from my friend, Jackie. She started this adorable company a couple years ago and it's taking off like crazy. All of my New York ladies, please go see her! You won't be sorry.
The Text. Where do I even begin? I received this Sunday morning, meant for someone other than me. Let's discuss the issues with this, shall we?
- It's an invitation to a baby shower. As a text. Don't even get me started on the blatant disregard for proper invitation protocol here. Just don't.
- The lack of punctuation and capitalization is on par with that of a first grader.
- The grammar. Oh lawd, the grammar. "Your invited." I just can't.
- Homegirl is registered at Wal-Mart - not Target, of which there are many in the area, but Wal-Mart.
- "Your" invited to "keelas" baby shower. Notice who sent the text? "thx keela" Yes, that's right. Keela invited us to her own baby shower.
- She can't bother to send out proper invitations, but wants an RSVP?
- As if this wasn't appalling enough, she's going to be sure to send out another reminder. Should she also send it to the wrong number (me), I am going to show up with a speech about the proper invitation protocol. And eat cake.