“My grandma owns Disneyland.” –Karlie circa 1992.
This post is not much about the Karlie I knew, but the Karlie I’m getting to know. We grew up together and tragically fell out of contact upon my completion of high school due to quintessential Teen Drama. We’d meant to get together since our chance encounter at my workplace last summer.
COVID and assorted excuses meant our reunion didn’t happen until three Saturdays ago. Our initial reunion went well enough that we re-reunited on the 25th. She had the idea to create her amusement park in the middle of Durrance Lake. With Unicorn Island as the main attraction.
Here’s the before picture:
And here’s the after picture:
Continue reading “Fruit and Karlieflower.”
“Are you going to blog about me?!”
Oh, yes. I must.
Continue reading “Prelude to Karlie.”
A synopsis of Nic and my time with the Golden Teacher at Botanical Beach:
“Being this happy is exhausting.”
*points to a family with young children* “That family is missing out.”
“I can’t believe this place exists.”
“I keep slipping away.”
“Of course, you didn’t grow those tomatoes, you suck!”
…struggling to type on my phone and thinking, “This device is way too powerful.” The letters appeared to levitate off the screen.
“I don’t know why I thought we’d walk far.”
“HAHA. HAHAHA. AHHH…HAHAHAHAHA.” On loop.
Continue reading ““This is the slowest I’ve ever eaten a banana.””
I’ve been watching the latest season of Stranger Things, and this is the best description of a sound effect I’ve seen: