We had a very nice cookout yesterday at Vanda's. Kevin and Jenn manned the grill. Helena watched bratty LittleJohn. The rest of us relaxed.
Discussions covered Winston Churchill, the rankings of DrMark's old girlfriends, and male hands-free urination.
The house was decorated for all seasons.
Now I would recommend that any blogger stuck with writer's block go to Worcester for a day and harvest the cornucopia of blog material that is our family.
UncleJohn could fill pages all by himself. The other day he actually forgot his own name.
He was calling LittleJohn, "Jonathan" instead of "John Anthony". I screamed,
"DAD, YOU DON'T KNOW YOUR OWN GRANDSON'S NAME!!! FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, WE NAMED HIM AFTER YOU!!!"
Also he was reading an ad from Percy's for a "Mitsubuki" television. (It was actually Mitsubishi). I guess he tried to make it a Polish company. Would anyone actually buy a Polish television?
His chore for the cookout was to get a Friendly's watermelon roll or two. This escapade would be fodder for a two part Seinfeld episode all by itself. I can't tell the whole story but it started out with him walking by the watermelon rolls at the store last weekend - he couldn't buy them then because of chronic freezer clutter. And it ended with him driving all over town looking for watermelon rolls while the cookout was under way.
Speaking of clutter...
This week's family contest is to guess how many family photos grace the main floor of Helena and UJ's house. Those pics above don't contain all of them. I counted and the closest guess will win a new trash can.
Boy, time does fly. Click here to see last year's Labor Day post.
Everyone should keep AuntMarge in their thoughts and prayers. She suffered a mild stroke this past weekend.
4 comments:
I think the trash can should be brought into a lab. There might be some undiscovered molds there. Heck, might even find the cure to Ebola.
My guess is 127 pictures on the first floor.
MoMerk is in first place, but she is not even close!
you can actually use clear tape, push it on the mold spores and send it to a place (with money of course) to run some tests on it. Do this on that can. We'll then know why Dr. Mark acts the way he does and is now shaving his legs. My guess is 396! sent by MoMerk's silent husband.
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