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June 15, 2009
Even If I Wasn't Going to Be in New Orleans
...eating and drinking myself into a well-deserved coma ~ and in spite of the fact that she sounds like a lovely girl who wrote just the sweetest email request ~ SOMEthing in my DNA will NOT allow me to paint something so sweet...
...and so completely VILE.
"...My *** is getting married on July ***...as a...present I was hoping to get...personalized toasting flutes...what I am looking for is a Man wearing......a Red Sox T-shirt that says groom above him, and a Woman wearing a Red Sox T-shirt that says bride..."
No, ma'am.
THAT I cannot do.
Posted by tree hugging sister at June 15, 2009 08:16 PM
Comments
Could be worse, they might have asked for a Yankee motiff
Posted by: kcruella at June 15, 2009 10:14 PM
Grrrrrrrr.
Posted by: Dave J. at June 16, 2009 08:36 AM
You were staying where when you get here next week, cosmic twin of mine...?
And you should do something about that chest rumble, Dave. Sounds BAD.
Posted by: tree hugging sister at June 16, 2009 08:42 AM
You could comply... a picture of Buckner in Game 6 on one flute, and a picture of Boggs crying in the dugout on the other.
Posted by: nightfly at June 16, 2009 09:58 AM
Nah. Just etch Babe Ruth's picture on the flutes and see how long the marriage lasts.
Posted by: Gary from Jersey at June 16, 2009 04:24 PM
I'll come bearing chocolate if that helps.
Posted by: kcruella at June 16, 2009 09:43 PM