The whole family is nuts. I'm visiting them this evening at Phil's house.
I can barely imagine what he's done to his living room this year. Two years ago he put in paneling...PANELING...and I can only pray that it's no longer a part of the "decor" Seriously? Wood on the wall?
This group is quite the bunch. There's the senior citizens traipsing around the room like a much younger couple of say...70. They spend their time drinking what they refer to as "wine" out of a box. A cardboard box. It's like visiting the Bundys.
Phil will spend most of the night avoiding us, and I don't blame him. He's got his little fort out in the garage where he can pretend to sweep or do whatever one does in a garage, meanwhile I'm stuck talking about American Idol with some girl that's of some relationship to me...of which I have no idea.
My sister really is the saving grace of the whole group. She has the patience to put up with all of them. That's why I go - to be her rock in a sea of Pabst Blue Ribbon.
I'll slip quietly upstairs with a blend of Viognier and Marsanne, and try to remember the south of France.
If only it were true. Someday...
Break a leg!
ReplyDeleteum, what's up with the fancy jacket thing in the pic? did you lose a bet or get a raise?
ReplyDeleteyou stole the show
ReplyDeleteArist,
ReplyDeleteThanks for the gift - I didn't even know there was a Quiche-of-the-month club. Sorry about your ankle and groin injuries...I had no idea that the fooseball table had that broken leg.
Also, I'm not sure that we will name the baby Ohura or Picard, but we appreciate your input as always.
See ya at Sam's party next month.
Phil