(Well, not quite that wordless…)
Whassup? Hangin’ Around Shootin’ A Couple-a Hoops…
The rockstars attended a friend’s pool birthday party recently at the Aberdeen Marina Club (not the only recent pool party; so many things to write about, so little time). The party venue had a water slide with a drop into the pool – no biggie for Rockstar-aged kids whose feet easily touch bottom, and no biggie for the Miss because……. she’s nuts.
The Miss proceeded to torpedo into the water over and over again, emerging to a battle cry of “Fly-ing Todd-ler!” Thing is, she hit the water with enough impact for her water wings to fly off her and eventually she also busted them (like popping a paperbag filled with air). Since she’d been regularly refusing to keep them on (to be fair she doesn’t really need them anymore but because she doesn’t seem to care about uncool things like breathing I strive to sneak them back on), I decided not to get another pair for her to keep not wearing.
Therefore our version of Sharkskin Soup
She liked being a “mermaid” briefly, but she loves being a shark. So once again we have less princess and more Xena Warrior Princess <closet proud>
ps: You guys know I’m buying time trying to finish a couple heavier posts, right? Next up……………..
Him! He! Someone got a selfie with him!
And that ain’t no Madame Tussaud’s, baby. That the real Mr Lim Kit Siang.
Check back to find out who da man got a selfie wit’ da other man. And all manner of other pressurising things and fake gangsta rap accent as I write the hardest post I’ve ever had to write, in my opinion.
Miss Rockstar looks good as a shark. Bracing myself to read your long pieces.