Lost n Found

Tomorrow is the day we see our long lost friends mr. miguel and colers (pictured at left in 1926) who've been gobbled up by the southernly beast of beautiful bosoms and bastardly bourgeois we call SoCal. Seems our friends all have some sick need to be there. Oh well, wutever works - good news is they're coming to meet the little queen of sweetness, my little adeline. Gonna hang out for the weekend with us, driving the long drive - hopefully the infant screeches and poody diapers don't scare em off (or scare em from havin there own little grubs). Might be able to shoot away for some golf possibly... thats a good idea. maybe miguel will write a song for sweet adeline - cuz the elliott smith one - while not his most depressing stuff by long-shot - is not all that good. And the barber shop song 'sweet adeline' is just lame. oh and this will also mark the return of the treasured travel idol herbert - who's long trip from home has undoubtedly allowed him the time he needs to recover from his ails and return to his god-like status - protecting us upon travel and also while looking for parking in the city. We miss you herbert - your room is just how you left it.