Making a father proud

It was "costume day" at Prairie High on Thursday, and Caitlin went as a drag queen. As promised, here is a picture of her in preparation. Note corset, false eyelashes, shadow (eye and 5 o'clock). Of course no self-respecting drag queen would actually allow 5 o'cloc shadow to show, but we're proud anyway.

It was a wild night last night here in the "vinyl hood," where kids hyped from the football game attempted to party down in the street outside our house. I became the mean old man next door and told them to "shut up and go inside." They muttered things I don't want to hear.

No one egged the house or keyed my car, but I'll probably get some Republican yard signs or something.

Tye is still feeling poorly, or at least peeing poorly. We take him in for a urine culture and x-rays on Monday to see if he has a bladder stone. He's a sport, waking us up at night when he has to go out.

Walker and pals readied themselves for the Middle School bleachers by working on their hair and attitudes. The "middies" are relegated to their own section and are not allowed to associate with older, more normal people. We think they don't mind.

Walker called and asked if he could stay at Dalton's and "run around the neighborhood." Being the mean neighbor, I said "no." Come home.


Walker called again and asked if he could spend the night at Dalton's. Hmmmm. Maybe stay there and run around the neighborhood? Could it be. . .hmmmm. . .SATAN? He must think he has a mentally challenged father. Martini aside, I was not that challenged.

This morning I stepped outside to take some shots of our purple aster, which, like all asters, is going off. These are indiginous (sp?) (and also grow wild) here in Iowa. You can see them on the roadsides alongside ragweed and sunflowers.

Walker commented that here I go taking pictures of flowers again. "Why don't you take pictures of people?" Why can't he have a normal dad? Sigh.