Happy Birthday To LogoPhile: I give my life to you

Yes, Logo. I dedicate my....uh....POST to you.
For you are toit. Toit like a toiga. Toit like a garden
roll from my favorite Vietnamese restaurant.

Being a true logophile,
you know how to pronounce Pho (Fuh). I love to eat Pho.
I will eat the Pho out of a bowl. Round, round, Pho around,
I Pho around. It is always a pleasure to get the Pho outta there.
Sorry I don't have an actual photo of the Pho I ate.
Not very interesting. The owner explained that since the locals
don't have a taste for the more exotic Pho ingredients,
he no longer offers the tendon and tripe that I require of my Pho.
Pho that, I said. He nodded politely.

















I now introduce you to my dad. The Honorable
Gawpo, Sr. Check out the cordless phone action.
Mrs. Gawpo, Sr. has no need of spending extra
on those vee neck t-shirts. Check out the size
of that lemon. Yes, it's a lemon. (No, Katie, we are not
from Texas.) The actual lemon that is buried
under that Civil Defense approved layer of pith is about
the size of an orange. But it is good and lemony. The
fruit of this poor lemon is possible to eat. Check out
the pan of Sicilian sausage (salsiccia) my father made.
He bought a meat grinder from Cabela's and it works like
a champ.

















These are Scotch Bonnets. You don't wear them. You eat them.
And then you die. Mr. Gawpo, Sr. grows these. They really, really work.


















These are all cell phone pictures. This is me over
the local estuary.
















Argh.......From my night as a Pirate and Emcee of our County Extravaganza.

















Logolicious has already seen this one. She sent me
special coffee. The deal was that I had to wear heels
for a week. It's been two weeks and I still have them on.
















Logo, if you ever visit, I have party snacks
set aside just for you.......
















Now some shots of what I did this weekend......


Recognize these boots? They are made for bugging
parents.















Speaking of bugs, here she is: cute as one, to be sure.

















I will bring Betsy with me in March. Those eyes.
Those lips. That lack of a body. GAWD, she's HAWGHT!!!!


















This is my stupid human trick. I find that Sierra Mist
goes well with my olive Mediterranean complexion (spelling
is for Blue TSG). Photo courtesy of Tom through the sunroof
of the family Vulva. I mean Volvo. Sorry. Cindra was sleeping.

















We were in guitar heaven. We saw teency-weency Martin
ukuleles no bigger than Tom's thumb. Okay, not really.
But that was funny.




















We felt as though we were touring the guitar section
at the Smithsonian with Blue The Spa Girl.
But we weren't. These guitars were all waiting
for adoption. They looked at us with their lonely,
longing stares. They promised us, if we would be so kind
as to take them home, we could do so, no strings attached.
As much as Tom and I struggled to make a choice,
we just couldn't pick. We were beginning to fret.
The red guitar on the left started strumming our pain with its fingerboard,
but Tom and I felt so much tension that we said, "Nuts to this"
and left.


















Tres trees...........the first one has a nest.















































Finally, I leave you with one of my favorite culinary inventions: Cherry tomatoes and milk. You can substitute the milk with half and half or condensed milk. Enjoy!





















Happy Birthday, Dear Logo. I hope you have enjoyed my POST as much as I have enjoyed giving it to you.