September 25, 2011

going back for one

dear decode a code diary,

ever since i was a little girl i've tried to read bohemian. it's nearly impossible. my dad sat his grandfather's birth certificate down in front of me at lunch today and asked me to translate it for him. my dad has entirely too much faith in my capabilities as his fearless daughter, the one who will tackle almost anything. i could tell it was written on the tenth day of a small month, i would guess april, but i could be wrong. i think in my next life, i'll learn about six different languages and make my next whore parents very proud. so, my aunt had steven on the 29th, david on the 28th, tommy on the 27th and their wedding was on the 26th and sharon on the 25th, but all in different months. i learned all that today. true to fashion, my aunt and uncle are the most organized people i have ever known in my entire life. my dad had all of this shit dug out to send my aunt because she wants it for something. i told dad just wait and i'd take it out there to her, but she wants the shit now i guess. sharon and her new husband are going to czechoslovakia and need some of the information to locate great grandpa's grave site. my family is so cool. i love them. i am lucky.