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DUDES. FELLOW DEADHEADS ON MY FLIST. MY FATHER SHOWED UP JUST NOW, FRESH FROM GOING TO FLORIDA TO SEE THE LAST TWO SHOWS IN FURTHUR'S SPRING TOUR (I know I know I'm bitterly jealous too, I can't even talk about it), UNABLE TO WAIT FOR BREAKFAST TOMORROW BECAUSE HE WAS SO EXCITED ABOUT THIS THING HE GOT ME, AND HE GAVE ME THE COOLEST SWEATSHIRT IN THE HISTORY OF EVER.

( Cut because those of you who don't know the Grateful Dead will not understand the SHEER UNENDING AWESOME OF THIS PRESENT. )

For those of you who are don't care about the Grateful Dead (and THAT IS SAD FOR YOU, BY THE WAY, I SHED A TEAR FOR THE LOSS OF AWESOME IN YOUR LIFE, THEY ARE AMAZING), here is a picture of my dog...whose name is Jerry Garcia...so we're still totally on topic, really.



He says, I WAS SLEEPING, WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT PHONE, I AM NOT IMPRESSED WITH YOU OR YOUR BEHAVIOR AT ALL. To be fair, though, he learned that expression from me last night when he tried (again) to catch a skunk, and disaster was only narrowly averted.

I'M JUST GONNA GO BE THE HAPPIEST DEADHEAD EVER NOW, KTHNXBYE