…..so forgive any grammatical / spelling errors. In honor of the lovely Sally’s London-ness, I wanted to share the fact that I have visited her homeland and a better place I cannot think of — except Disney World, but I’m freaky that way. It’s a bit too cool in ole London for me, however. And what’s up with the fact that you Brits do not offer ice ANYWHERE?! I managed to make friends with the bartender in our hotel back in 1991 because Mom needed constant supplies of ice for her Pepsi (gag). He saw me coming and immediately offered a huge bucket o’ ice for Mom’s pleasure. Bless him.
My Mum’s dear friend Shirley recently moved from Buckinghamshire to Suffolk, so I think I’m due for another visit as soon as my little ones are old enough to make the trip. Want to meet at Pizza Express for a nice dinner, Sally? It’ll be awhile, I’m afraid — our oldest daughter turns four in November and our youngest will be three in September. I want to see them through the age(s) of ten before we hit England so they remember what we did.
And this is all the rambling I’m able to bore you with at the moment. 😉 I promise to stay away from the ‘puter until I’m sober. Maybe.
Hey now, don’t stop! I think I will like this. Keep posting after each beer. I’m sure you’ll think of something funny to share with us. At least we’ll think it’s funny, somehow….
Of course, I’m saying this after 4 beers at the ballgame this afternoon. But they were Lite beer, so they don’t really count for 4, right? And I did sneak an hour long nap, so I’d have to start over to play along. Which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but doubtful for this evening.
Which means I wanna see more of your adventures, Jenni!
Okay. I’m on #5, but I had a hot dog between this one and #4. I’m making the husband watch a tape of Colorado vs. Detroit in the 1997 playoffs — game 4. Creamed those Avs 6-0, we did.
Wait — where’s Scott? Dude, he left! He’s watching some movie with the girls…..
Maybe he knows how the game is gonna turn out? 🙂
Keep us (me) posted!
More beer!
NO. No more beer. No more alcohol. Alcohol bad. It’s no longer my friend.
This was a bad, bad idea…..
So maybe the game didn’t turn out the way you wanted?
Before you go to bed, take 2 ibuprofens with a large glass of water. It will help make tomorrow easier. Always has for me.
Once I stop throwing up, I’ll do just that, Ric. 🙂 (At least I kept my sense of humor.)
I can’t drink. I must learn this lesson.
You, Jenni, will be welcome any time. Even decades hence. Dunno about kids, though . . ..
I mean most of what I know about American sprogs has been gleaned from Solonor’s reports on Whiny and Pepperkat.
They might overwhelm the poet with their magnificence . . ..
PS: we do ice. Occasionally.