Scott isn’t happy. I asked him what was wrong.
He said, “Well, it was supposed to be my birthday party, but I’ve been exposed to influenza…
…I’ve been shot in the eye…
…You set my party hat on fire…
…and you made me cut shallots until the fumes made me cry…
…You would cry, too, if it happened to you.”
But we did let him wear the Birthday Boy pin and we got him a present.
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Picture of the day:
Gerhard brought this old camera to Photo Club today. To use the camera, you look down to see through the viewfinder.
This is a picture of what it looks like in the camera’s viewfinder.
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Poor Scott. But it was a killer pin…
Scott got a great baking stone out of the deal. And a yummy salmon dinner. And an amazing homemade cheesecake with raspberry topping. And that bread thing where you toast the bread and put tomatoes and fresh mozzarella cheese on it. I wish every day was Scott’s birthday.
Suggestion – don’t wear your new shirt with a party hat- you look an aweful lot a like a “soda jerk” from a 1950’s movie- unless that is the look you were going for…
Stupid new shirt. Photo Club told me I looked like I was going to ride in the Tour de France and now you’re calling me a jerk. That’s it. I’m taking it back.
You really like tormenting that poor Scott don’t you? Cool camera though 😉
He started it.