thats just it.

ah.

these last four days have been great.

and now... ah.

sunday i have a family-get-together. told my second youngest cousin... when was it... wednesday... when i saw him that i'd get a pokemon hat, too.

see, he has one. i was wearing my arthur hat.

the youngest cousin kept coming up behind me and taking my hat off, turning it around, putting it on me backwards.

so i'd tug it down, still backwards, and look at him.

he'd bury his head in his hands and just laugh.

but, yeah, the other cousin had a pokemon hat so im sposed to, by sunday, get me one.

we'll see.

and i'm also sposed to get a pair of boots on a slightly unrelated topic.

we'll see bout that, too.

i probably will.

you know whats great?

walking past a little kid singing diddy dum diddy do.

you know, from that oldies song... just a walkin down the street... singing... do wha diddy dum diddy do.

i love it when little kids are exposed to culture such as that.

when they sing motown, when they whip out the beach movement, thats wonderful.

i dont want to hear a six year old singing shes got dumps like a truck (by the by, i went up to a lady the other day, said "ma'am, you've got dumps like a truck. wont you back that thang up?" i think that lady still is laughing.), but rather, i'd want them to sing some marvin gaye... no, maybe thats wrong, im not sure if i want to hear a six year old singing sexual healing... maybe war... uh... what is it good for... absolutely... nothing sayitagain.

hoo-hah.