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Desperate Working Mommas
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Thursday, June 02, 2005


Man. You totally cannot see my Princess Leia slash Padme slash Queen Amidala cinnamon buns, worn in honor of the release of Episode III: Revenge of the Sith, the dark, final installment in the spectacular Star Wars saga. Oh... a sight, they were.

Actually, this is probably fortunate, as they were whipped into a most wild and frenzied state by our (Candice and my) speedy quick cruise up and down Main Street (after her high school graduation, in Podunky Small Town, AZ) on my daddy's brand spankin' new four-wheeler. His baby! I had to use my Jedi mind tricks to convince him to let me ride: "You WANT me to ride your most awesome of all four-wheelers, Father..." It totally worked. Because I am THAT good. Oh, yes. Of course, the hair helped. And I have seen ALL the Star Wars films! Okay, except Episode III, but tomorrow night I'm all over it! Pinky Promise!

Sadly, I almost gave my poor father a heart attack with my mad crazy four-wheeling skillz, but that is a story for another time...

Let me just say, you have not experienced life until you have grabbed your best girlfriend, parked your big ol' butts on a Honda Rancher 4x4, and cruised your sweet selves up and down the busy streets, catcalling at the thrasher boys getting sketchy in the skate park, waving at the jealous, wishful gawkers flying past you in their boring old Dodge trucks, grinning maniacally as you feel the sting of the wind whipping your hair into your mouth and eyes, and spitting out the bugs which are totally splatting against your teeth (note to self: keep mouth SHUT while driving Dad's four-wheeler!) as you are wildly screaming and giggling like the crazy mofos you are. NOT. JOKING.

Oh. Hey. If you decide to try this at home, don't forget to put on some sunglasses, y'all. 'Cause those gnats? Can be nasty little buggers when they hit your eyeball at 50 MPH. Just so you know.


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Blogger mrtl commented:

Totally unlinear, dude. That's just messed up.

» 6/03/2005 4:17 AM 
Blogger Amy commented:

Love your top. Wish I could see the cinnamon bunz.

» 6/03/2005 11:17 AM 
Blogger Cat commented:

The cinnamon buns, they rock. Solid.

» 6/03/2005 12:19 PM 
Blogger ieatcrayonz commented:

Breakin' the law! Breakin' the law!

I so admire you. Driving a 4 wheeler on main street, no less. The cops must've been enamored with your cinnamon buns.

» 6/04/2005 4:09 PM 

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