One thing I learned today is that British people are incapable of saying the word “pawn” without making it sound like “porn”. Please imagine my surprise when my adorable British mother said “Oooh, I really like this show Porn Stars“. Whaaaaaaaa? Turns out it’s PAWN Stars, and it’s about a bunch of dudes running a pawn shop in Vegas. They are clothed, and not getting any, in case anyone’s curious.
Today we went into Ballard and Fremont (neighborhoods in Seattle), for the markets. I am obsessed with the Pacific Northwest, you guys. I’m obsessed with the dude making balloon animals on STILTS. I’m obsessed with the little man selling lavender from Sequim. I’m obsessed with the guys selling blown-glass bongs. And I’m obsessed with the weird little stores that sell tobacco scented perfume and THIS BUTTON that I bought for you, Cole, for obvious reasons:
That’s right. That’s That One Pigeon You Hate, stalking you ON A SKATEBOARD. Okay and maybe it’s weird, but it’s also weird being stalked by a pigeon.
What I think you really need to get for Cole is a “Don’t Let the Pigeon…” book by Mo Willems. (Happy Christmas, Cole.)