Wow, what a Sunday. Not only did my dad turn 50. But the super bowl was on too. After indulging in way too many of Anheuser's finest, I thought it was a good idea to call it a night and sleep off the money I just lost in the big game. Since Red had spent the day with "the way left" and they decided to go shopping and then take a few naps, he was not soo happy with my idea to call it a night at 7:15. I woke up at around 1 in morning, first wondering where "the way left" had gone, and then was wondering what was all over my bed. I get up to see that Red has moved on from Pollock and is now really into Jean-Michel Basquiat. Or at least he is really into the taste of all of my oil pastels.
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