ha, that's great.

and is your dad wearing snow shoes while on a leather chair? that's just classic.

Yup, those are most definitely the snow shoes that he got for Christmas '02. It's one of my all time favorite shots.

Egad girl, don't you dare trivialize the flavored coffee warning! It's a short, slippery slope from flavored coffee to Kraft French Vanilla Nut International instant to Ladie's Home Journal to dressing like Barbara Bush.

Brrrr... it gives me the chills just writing about it.

I fucking love your dad! he says what everyone's thinking. Question? How come when I called the liberal pinko lesbo smithie bithches just that, I was in the wrong but when your dad did it, it was funny? Shit, at least I'm family.

Thank god for bob. he makes the wrong deliciously right. I'm gonna call the Lakeview Chamber of Commererce and get him an honorary gay for a day membership card, so he can hit all the clubs and dance with his shirt off.

Everyone's dad should be so sympathetically opinionated.

Crap, if I'm going to have to dance with my shirt off I better hit the gym and tanning salon. How ya doin' Jay?

hit the gym??? you have a gym in your HOUSE!

jay, you definitely are family, even if i don't get to see you nearly enough.

dad, it is a slippery slope...though you must remember that in college, all coffee was crappy- the flavored kind helped cover up the burnt taste. we couldn't all have mass coffee apparati in our dorm roms...

Oh come now - snooty Smith girls who had afternoon tea each day while wearing their white gloves and pearls could easily afford an nice espresso unit next to the piano in the house living room.

great, so now the images we have of corie's dad are walking around with mondo static and dancing around shirtless.

Yeah, that even turns me off...

i guess i shouldn't tell the story about the 4th of july when my dad and his brothers shot mini-marshmallows out of their nostrils for family entertainment..

that's not so bad. could have been shot out of worse places.

Thank you, Tien, for saying that for me.

We had tea ONCE A WEEK, silly. And why would we have touched espresso with our clean, white gloves? We were too busy crossing our ankles and wearing sensible shoes.

sure thing, mr. t.

as always, I have sparked a tangent. I love that about me. Wanna know what else I love about me?

Hey Mr. T, great to hear from you, sorta. I am great, as I hope you and Mrs. T are as well.

Pearls: seen only on Ivy Day, practically.
Pianos: beat up and battered from overcrowded house keg parties.
My parents on commencement day: "Why are so many girls dressed like boys?"
That was my Smith. Did it differ much from yours, Corie? >)

Hmm. It depends. I did see pearls, but not in the Barb Bush kind of way. Pianos...yes, beat up, but I lived on Green Street most of my stay at Smith, and can't recall and keg parties. At least any that anyone wanted to go to!

Our Smith experiences sound fairly identical :P