I object!

Today I was supposed to go to my second-cousins wedding with my sister and brother-in-law. How exciting, right? Awkward conversations with family members I never see, having to answer why I don't visit my grandparents on a regular basis, getting to be one of the single guys to catch the garter belt...again! Well it wasn't to be. The wedding was yesterday. How embarrassing. Some how we all had it down for today. I'm even taking a vacation day for this, requested a month ago. My sister even wrote it down independently for today. I don't understand it. We walk to the door, and a friend of the bride opens the door to a completely partied up living room to inform us we are a little late. I can see it now-family joke for years to come.

The Heights

After perusing through the streets of Greenwood-sucking down the elixer of Seattle, I strolled down to make my way to the local Barber. To my surprise I saw them-two of my loving members of the Ahern clan. They were dining for an early lunch on an outdoor, sun drenched patio of a new eatery. I joined them as would seem necessary. Barbara, my fathers sister, and Ronald, her husband are two clever, responsible members of my clan that keep me in line, with reality, and society. I enjoy them, and they of me. After a short game of catch up, we left together, then went on our different ways.
I've noticed my hair needing a different product, as I have been aware of the rapid reduction of hairs to even speak of. When in doubt I go to Rudy's barber to find my special selection of goop to slather through the few strands left on my head. After a short jaunt back to my home, the weather moved me to go up to my roof top deck to bath in it's splendor. The height of Phinney is where I laid, swinging on a netted hammock-swaying, soaking rays into my skin, wishing it would last forever.