T G I F and What's Shmoo Got to do with it?
I've never been so happy to see a week end. Got lots to do today to get ready for Shmoo's 18th birthday BBQ and party. It's tomorrow and I've got close to nothing done. In case I've never mentioned it before (you wish) being sick sucks. Praise be we are only having around 3o-35 people not the almost 200 Lori over at Let's Gab is having for her son's Bar Mitzvah. Ho-lee! After reading about Lori's guest list I felt pretty good about my informal little shindig.
Apparently getting a new iPod and iHome from his parents and a set of boxing gloves from his brother (scary that) weren't all Shmoo decided he wanted for his birthday. His birthday was Wednesday this week. To celebrate on the day, he asked me to go with him to the Apple store. We did not leave empty handed. Shmoo bought himself, with his own hard earned dollars from working at McDonalds, a black Macbook.
It's a whole new world people. Shmoo on his own laptop roaming free out in cyberspace. As the immortal Betty Davis said, "Fasten your seat belts...it's gonna be a bumpy ride."