Bobby travels to the Crack of Doom… or “There’s got to be a morning after…”
I’d say that we headed into Day 3 of our trip full of vim and vigor, except that I don’t like to lie. Plus, there’s photographic evidence to refute it…
“Whaddya mean there’s no such thing as a rootbeer hangover?”
One of the simple pleasures I miss is the morning coffee tradition with Venita’s family. It always starts out innocently… just a couple of people sitting down to a muffin and some coffee and maybe reading the paper… but then one relative after another pops in–each one getting their share of abuse. Until finally we’ve dissolved into a mass of juvenile giggling and toilet humor.
There’s a bit of a gap left without mother-in-law yelling that the MB (miserable bastard, aka the father-in-law) was cheating at cards while shouting loud protests at our (i.e., Janet’s) more risque comments.
My sister-in-law, Janet, is the reason my kids are the way they are. Seriously.
She had fun with Bobby…
This particular session went on until noon. It culminated in the showdown between the ultra-liberal-I-hate-Bush-and-everything-he-stands-for Venita versus her nephew, the cop/prison guard. I seriously thought that blows would be struck, and I feared for poor Peter’s safety. (He’s only 2 feet taller and outweighs her by a hundred pounds! What was he thinking!!)
He suggested that we post his picture under myobnoxiousrepublicannephew.com
In the end, she just let him off easy by stealing his $200 sunglasses…
Once the festivities broke up, we bummed around Bangor for a bit. Went to the Sea Dog, where I had some yummy blueberry ale, took pictures of the scenery (including Stephen King’s house for a co-worker of Venita’s), and watched the Red Sox lose. All-in-all a most enjoyable Sunday. A nice relaxing day before our planned invasion of Canada!
[TO BE CONTINUED]…
You know Lester, I waited and waited on the porch for you guys to pick me up and n’er did you appear….now you torture me with the trip sans Karan….too too cruel.
I want to go on the next family vacation!
Me too! Can I go next time? 🙂
Yeah… you guys coming next week?
Actually, that’s quite a humorous thought.
Imagine the Rasreth family vacationing across the country. Also imagine a Grateful Dead-type group of bloggers, following them all over the country.
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Scary, ain’t it?
Bobby was the best date I’ve had in years! He did what I wanted, went where I wanted, and kept his mouth shut or open depending on my whims!!!! Hands down, he’s the friendliest sock, I mean guy, I have ever had the pleasure of manipulating. So when you come back, pleeese bring Booby, I mean Bobby. I am proud to be a part of your children’s development. They are “interesting” youngsters.