blue artichoke

Saturday night, Blue Grilled Cheese, Purple Pasta and I met for dinner at Alexandro's, my favorite Italian restaurant, then went bowling. I dominated the first game, but got distracted by the 5th grader doing the worm and dancing in the next lane, and Blue Grilled Cheese won the second game, far surpassing my best-ever score. I think the Dixie Werewolves helped her game; me, I prefer booty music as a backdrop to bowling. It just seems right. Anyway, the three of us stood in the parking lot of the bowling alley and talked about pills, booze and fractions. A storm moved in while we stood there, and we scattered when the rain started.

Yesterday, my mom and I went to visit my grandmother for mother's day, then headed into Knoxville to check out the new World Harvest store and run errands. I had planned to make dinner for my mom, but it was late when we got back to her house and we were both pooped, so I'll make mother's day dinner tonight.

We spent the morning sorting through toys in the attic. Remember Monchichi?
I'm heading to the grocery store to shop for dinner ingredients, then to Subs N' Such for lunch. I bet poor Purple Fried Okra is still there waiting for me...