Blur Already

A good friend of mine once said, "After the Fourth of July, summer goes by like a blur." Actually, after thirty, life goes by like a blur but yes, for some reason, it's warped speed from July 5th to the first day of school. Luckily, I have my iPhone camera.

Starting with the "Fourth Of July" picnic, which took place on Saturday, June 30th because some retard (the calendar) decided to have the holiday on a Wednesday this year. Nice going.

Samu spent the entire time in the pool. His snots still smell like chlorine.

Then again, it could be his visits to Astoria pool three days in a row. The third day, he splashed and swam in the water for 90 minutes straight. The chlorine must've made his nipples sensitive because the whole bus ride home, he pressed his hands on his chest and yelled, "Ow! My nipples!" The motley riders chuckled and stared while I made myself sound like an idiot saying, "Stop with your nipples!"

It wasn't as embarrassing as the time he randomly yelled, "My balls!" as he yanked on his tiny crotch.

Friday, we headed into the city because Friday's are the best for walking amongst the rats in their race. People are in a better mood - it's payday, it's casual and the lunch crowd laughs gayly with cocktails. Monday through Thursday, the suits sneer at kids - I mean, gosh - it's not like they were ever kids themselves.

The FDNY Fire Zone at Rockefeller Center brings out the weirdo in everybody.

What kind of fireman wears an Angry Birds t-shirt?

I didn't know the NYFD hired leprechauns!