Today consisted mostly of cleaning up from the bris...folding up chairs, collapsing awnings and such. Repeat sandwich from yesterday, minus the tongue, which the in-laws sent packing with Scott's parents. (It's an acquired taste.)
Got to spend a few hours this evening with 2-on-1 time with me, Barbie, and Benjamin. Then he went to sleep and Barbie and I learned how to play Anno 1503, a Catan-esque board game which looks like fun. We got it for Scott and Randee last Chanukah, but haven't played it yet.
Then the friends came over en-masse, and we had a BBQ and Baby- and Six Feet Under-watching party.
A good day for everyone except Nate Fisher.
I will say that Nate's last roll in the hay gal seemed to wear far naughtier undies than I would have thought. But maybe it's just me.
Talking to yourself is a sign of impending mental collapse.
2 comments:
What happened to Nate? Oh man, poor Nate!!
RoBaR
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