Joey left for England today. The Ipswich Band took a trip to Ipswich England and will do concerts in three cities, including London. Meanwhile, back at the homestead, we commiserated with a beer or two. I read that Amesbury had a fairly new Ale House that had a 100 different beers. I couldn't figure out the beer menu. The descriptions were odd..most had fruit of some kind. I kept thinking of the scene in Austin Powers - Man of Mystery, when he drank the glass of poo.
This is our future. Joey will be off at college. Bret is living his life. Jen and I will entertain Mom with ridiculous stories and hypothetical questions.
Tonight was the question of how we want to die. Mom in her sleep, Jen reading her favorite book would expire as she read the last page, I would roll the dice for my last game of dice baseball.
I love our little Wednesday dinners.
note: Fletcher's guest blog appears to be a complete failure.
3 comments:
I am going to start protesting my own blog with Fletcher...MORE JEN! There were several very attractive pictures of me taken tonight and all I got posted was a head floating strangely on the table next to a beer.
Bill left out the funniest part of tonight when we joked that we would put a doo rag on Trudi's head and pierce her tongue after death for the casket viewing. If you can't laugh at death, what can you laugh at? (besides poo...poo and death are always funny)
Clearly the power lies with the blogger. How do you guys decide who posts when you are out togehter? Maybe you should start a He Said She Said component?
It depends on who took the picture or did something more exciting than the other...then there are posts where we write them together so you don't always know who really said what. Lately though I've been so busy with the festival that I've been letting Bill do the posting. Clearly I need to step in if I want more blog-share.
I still need to post the pix from my book retreat weekend! Definitely this weekend since I know all 5 followers are dying to see pictures of unknown authors.
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