NerkyGrrl

Dan & Dad rehearsing for the Captain Ambivalent gig tonight at Last Stage West.

There was an ant in our room, earlier, but Mom got it.
Sarah: “Now the Mom ant won’t be able to find her baby ant. Because we squished it.”

First original composition Dad has managed to capture on video. Most days, I’ve been taunting him with new music in the car, where he can’t record me.

Verse 1: You are my Mom. (repeat)
Verse 2: You are my Dad. (repeat)
Verse 3: You are my sweat pea.

Angelina, I’m telling you it needs more reverb.

A mariachi band opened for GI Distress. I warmed up some of my dance moves.

And here I am with the Fasebettes and GID’s lead singer just before the gig.

And here I am being pretty much the life of the party. Wooo! More juice!

Is this really how the serious research gets done?

Making cookies for Dad’s band ‘GI Distress’…

… maybe these will make their tummies feel better.

Yeah. Yeah. Glad you’re back, Dad. But can you dance… Like This!?

“Shake your booties!”

Rainy day. Sitting here watching the stereo. (They Might Be Giants’ ‘No’.)

It really *is* a Yellow Submarine lunchbox! Rose sent it in the mail!

We rock.

Rachel, John, and Rochelle went home today. Will we ever get the band back together?

Sarah: What does it spell on your shirt?

Rachel: L. I. F. E. Life.

Sarah: I have a life that I keep in this house… I forgot where I put it.