Short and Sweet Weekend Recap
Good Monday morrow to you all. I hopeth thee hath much tomfoolery to reminisce upon from thine weekend. (Damn that would be exhausting to talk like that all of the time.) We've had biblical rain all week and weekend so road tripping would've been out of the question. No one wants to drive on slick roads for hours so we were stuck at home. I am pretty sure unless it's for pizza, we're done eating out for a while. I got so ticked trying to order from a new place and all of the hoops they wanted you to jump through that I said screw it and the Mr was ticked too and said they were shysters. ($42 for what equates to Chinese takeout "bowl". Nope.) Then he mentioned a BBQ place and I was resistant because BBQ always makes me sick, without question. I relented because we'd spent 20 minutes trying to find a place by that time and were both getting irritated. Not like we spent less than we would have if we'd gone to th...
I still love hearing you tell the fart story and I am also always happy to hear about how you have the distinguished role of first grandbaby. I honestly cannot think of anything personally that my own family would share about me other than my brothers (older brothers) always loving to make fun of the way I would beg for toys, as if that is all I did. Jealous!
ReplyDeleteI don't think I have any stories that get told about me, except maybe the source of my first name. I was supposed to be named Bronwyn after a character in a book, but my father misspelled it on my birth certificate and the error stuck.
ReplyDeleteBut I do have a few stories that I tell about a friend. There is the time she walking into a parking meter because she wasn't paying attention, long before there were smart phones. A few drinking stories with her, as she didn't handle alcohol well. The time she asked if we went to high school with Jimmy Hoffa. And the time that we went cow tipping and she fell/got stuck in manure.