A Diary of Sorts. Beware of Occasional Spleen Venting.
The Queen: I'm handing out sugar and knives.
Your dinner table sounds more fun than mine. I just had pork soft tacos with chile verde sauce.
Brigid, it was fun. Middle Niece, her BF and youngest nephew. We were supposed to go to the hockey game, but the cheap seats were sold out, and someone (cough...redhead....cough, cough) didn't buy tickets ahead of time. Dinner and video games at Dave & Busters was the consolation prize.
Hmmm, what kind of sugar are we talking about and are the knives sharp?
45er, just table sugar and steak knives. Nothing exciting. It was funny at the time because nephew has destructive tendencies and had already been told to resist temptation after an earlier incident involving a knife, a straw and a water glass.
Not the same words, but the same general sentiment from Mrs North on occasion.
North, glad to see you are still around. Does Mrs. north giggle maniacally when handing out her implements of destruction?
It is when she is quiet that I get worried...
Very interesting...did you eat...outside.
Stephen, no. We probably could have as the storms had passed by then. But why tempt fate and falling trailers?
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