My daughter's bat mitzvah is this coming weekend, so that means I spent three straight days on the telephone last week.
It also meant three hours in a mall with a child that hates shopping as much as I do. Here's what she lacks that I had at her age though: the ability to open a door to a clothing store and say without taking a single step inside, "I don't like anything here."
So for a break Razor took me to see the boobies of Washington DC.
Well really he brought me there to meet his mom and aunt and cousins and brother, but the side benefit was that we got to tour the boobies of his youth. Here's Razor's mom in the boobie room of the Market Inn having dinner:Actually, I cropped out Razor's mom because y'know, of that bothersome privacy stuff. It's too bad you can't even see the boobies all that well in that picture, because for some reason my camera automatically focuses on people's faces. Somebody could maybe make a killing selling a camera that automatically focuses in on the boobs.
But that's okay, because this room was FULL of nakey women. Here's Razor next to one of them:Except, I cropped him out for the same reason I cropped out his mom.
We also saw the boobies of the Arlington Memorial Bridge:At least, I think it was the Arlington Memorial Bridge. The point is, Razor likes his bridges with boobies. And I like bridges in general. So it was a nice trip.
But now I have to get back to pretending I started planning this bat mitzvah thing when all the other moms started. That would have been two years ago when I first received the date in the mail instead of last week...