Here's to good friends...tonight is kinda special...

the beer we'll pour...well...it simply must keep coming. The beer store called...they said the ya-ya's and their men drank all the beer on Thursday and Friday. That is good times, right there, I don't care who ya'are.It was so wonderful so see Suzi, our long distance ya-ya and meet Brad, her beau. He totally fit. I mean, it was like he graduated with us...he got it. YAY! This bodes well for future ya-ya excursions with spouses. We started at Wagner's for dinner. mmmmmm...ribs. And after dinner we ended up at Smitty's in Porter...and it was karaoke night. Yeah, baby. Brad was completely up for the challenge...which, of course, wins him a special place in my heart. Eventually we called the Jimmer into action.

My favorite part of Smitty's- right outside the door of the girls' bathroom - there's a sign...it says "To the bar ---------->". Okay...ummmm, you're kidding me right? How wasted do you have to be in small town joint to not be able to find your way back to the bar. I mean, you look to the left, doors to the kitchen. You look to your right...and literally 10 feet away...the BAR. Thank heaven they put that sign there, I NEVER would have found my way back.

Also, loads of entertainment - a chalkboard in the bathroom. These guys at the end of the bar couldn't get over the 3 of us running into the bathroom with our cameras...I guess in hindsight that must look pretty strange. But then again...it's us...and we usually are strange.

I have so much more to say about this night...Jimmer kissing Suzi...and Brad...it was completely healthy. And hilarious. And I have pictures. OH! and somewhere in there I flashed Sheryl's husband, Ray. Also completely healthy. And hilarious...no pictures. I was trying to help him get rid of the image of this "buxom" girl wearing low-riders who bent over -- he got an eyeful of ass-crack. He was in PAIN people and I rushed to his aid. All he got was additional cleavage...it's not like I gave him the full monty. For cripe's sake -- simmer down - I was just trying to give him a better image in his head. She didn't have a muffin-top - I think she ate the muffin man. I'm unclear. It was awful.

In completely different news...you all know that I've been battling my school board with several other militant moms to try and get smaller classroom sizes for our kids. The principal called this morning, and let me tell ya - at 9am, when the phone rings, and your automated attendant says "You have a call from {insert name of principal here}" - your heart sinks just a little. Okay, a lot...first words she says to me..."Everything is just fine with Owen" PHEW! She proceeds to tell me that they are adding a second grade teacher to our roster, a voluntary move from one of the other elementary schools, giving us another section of kindergarten and 2 full time aides to help with the large classes in grades 3-5. Seriously, I almost wept. It's like Christmas people...CHRISTMAS. No one knows why this happened or how. As of last Monday's school board meeting nothing had changed. Who knows...it's beautiful thing.