The Zadge wound down the work week Friday afternoon with this “little” 85-pound nine-month old puppy at her feet:
And really, why does the iPhone camera have to suck like it does? A menu at a dark restaurant looks clearer to the Zadge’s aging eyes than does any iPhone shot.
Friday night tacos and margaritas with the Sundance Kid:
Just call them Butch and Sundance. Well, actually not. The Zadge may be a tomboy, but she would definitely be a Lipstick Lesbian if she were to go down that road.
It’s his blog debut! We decided his blog name is “Ross from Friends.” Everyone, say hello to Ross from Friends!
Now Harry has no pacifier to calm him down. Oh Baby Jesus of Bethlehem.
The heat drew the Zadge to the pool, where she swam laps as her thousands of
age spots freckles morphed into what actually looks like a tan now. Someone else also dove into the pool:
Strangely, the newest Lab in the family not only wouldn’t go anywhere near the pool, but spent most of the day under the deck in a cool, dark spot he dug out:
The Girl with the Pearl Earring has nothing on The Zadge with the Blue Guitar! Isn’t she gorgeous?
Well, the Zadge did have a guitar in third grade when she took guitar lessons but quit when she got blisters on her fingers.
The Zadge is a tougher chick than she was at 9 years old, so she’s decided to learn how to play. And yes, her fake lover Keith Richards told her to. And she does everything he tells her to. Except she draws a line at the heroin. And the snorting of her dead father’s ashes.
So she researched the best guitar shops in Denver and headed to Music Gear Guys on Saturday. Here’s the owner, Gregory, who is the coolest, sweetest and super talented guy:
He used to play with Warrant and Poison and Motley Crue and all those 80s Hair Bands that the Zadge never saw because she was too busy
at Frat Parties studying in college and grad school in the 80s. Gregory was super nice and informative and pointed the Zadge in the right direction for her new acoustic guitar and taught her how to play her first chord.
So she ran home and spent hours practicing until her fingertips were sore and numb. And then she sat down today to practice today and, while trying out the new tuner for her guitar, she promptly broke a string.
But of course she did.
So she has to go back to Greg this week and get a new string. But in the meantime, she needs a name for her new guitar. ”Betty Blue” as suggested by the Zadge’s interwebby friend Hulk is the leading contender. Suggestions?
OH MY GOD, THE ZADGE IS GOING TO BE A ROCKSTAR!!!