Cathy in the Wright

Home Again, Home Again

Note: Sorry this is late. Wanted to post last night, but was having trouble with the satellite signals and deleting Viagra spam.
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Good morning. I’m glad to be back, and I’ll thank you kindly for not stirring your coffee so loudly. I’m quite tired, and have not fully recovered from my extended weekend. In the next 30 days, I do not want to see another:

beer
bottle of flavored rum
diet Coke
hard cider
bag of Doritos
brownie
chocolate chip bar
piece of candy

(Guess what, Senator…Halloween has been canceled.)

Most of my photos turned out poorly; our eyes are all either red or a strange shade of green. Lousy camera. Could have been the alcohol, I suppose.

She's going to kill me for this one. This is Margaret. She told me if I posted a picture of her, to block out her eyes, but considering what she was doing with her tongue in this photo...I had to use my block-out tools elsewhere. Cheers, Margaret!

Discolored eyes and all…I have the greatest friends. Dave and Margaret brought up two turkeys (dead and thawing…although I wouldn’t put it past Dave to bring a rifle and provide straight from Mother Nature rather than Cub Groceries) and made a big Thanksgiving-style dinner for us all. What a feast. I don’t think there was one of us who didn’t go change into sweat pants or pajamas immediately following dinner.

Kevin and Casey brought the games and the fishing tackle, Joe and Susan brought more chocolate than is spit out in Hershey, PA in a month, Jim brought the beer, and Tim brought the movies and the caffeine free diet Coke, which is what we women told him to bring. Had he showed up with any variation of our order, we would have never let him forget it. Smart man. All I had to do was show up and eat and drink.

This is the back of Casey's head. She didn't want her picture taken. Toes by the caffeine free diet Coke: mine

Most of what we talked about throughout the weekend is unpublishable. I could tell you, but then I’d have to go into hiding. About the only thing I can say, and it won’t make any sense to any of you anyhow, is that you just might never know how funny the word ‘asparagus’ really is.

So, the weekend was a blast. We headed out early Sunday morning to make it back for a soccer game. Given that we lost in shoot-outs…we should have just stayed up north and kept on drinking. I hate shoot-outs. Lousy way to win or lose.

Finally made it back home around 6. There were several vehicles over at the Tin Shed (tractor storage across the road) so I stopped in for a quick visit. I offered my left-over beer, admired the mule deer head in the back of Todd’s truck, and came home to release the babysitter.

Ahhh. Home with the boys. I sure missed them. I think we made it about 45 minutes before The Governor climbed up on the cooler and The Senator opened the lid and tipped him off. Crying, yelling, offering of alibis…it’s great to be home.

Posted by Cathy at October 27, 2003 11:11 AM