...But This Is The Last Sunflower.
Meanwhile, while she wasn't here for Thanksgiving, Bigger E. had a big dinner of her own with Turkey and, apparently, three, count 'em Three!, homemade pies.
Oh, ya....
And she also had time to put together this version of Wagon Wheel with her friend Y, down in the St. Laurent Metro Station:
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Actually, truth be told (assuming it was not a rigged scene), we actually saw photographic evidence of the remainders of the pies on the Skypemobile the morning after...
And, just so you know, the leaves on Karen's tree never listen to The Mamas and the Papas...
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3 comments:
Last sunflower? What about next year?
Three pies? What about more pies?
Your daughter is singing with The Roadrunner in the subway? Sounds good but I was hoping for Lou Reed's Wagon Wheel.
scotty--
Please sir...
May I have some...
More.
(Ha!)
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Beer--
I like to think of myself as a pretty progressive Dad.
But...
When it comes to all things Lou I have made it very clear that neither of my daughters is permitted to partake in any of them until they are finished their third decades.
Or.
Preferably.
Their 4th.
Decent facsimiles such as, say, this, are just fine however.
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