People of the world who read our blog!
(Actually - there's been a lot less readership these days. Toni, we need to decide what our next crazy thing is so that people come back to the blog and shower us with comments again...)
I promise to soon (or Toni will) post pictures from our curling adventures once I get permission from our buddies. We had an excellent time dressing up in our Vegas costumes, hanging out with our husbands, and drinking a little hops and barley juice. Oh, and curling. We did curl a little bit. I think you can still call it curling, there were rocks on the ice and we slid them around.
I also thought we'd try the story game suggested previously. So, I will give you all a starter sentence, and the next person comments with the second line of the story. YOU CAN ONLY ADD ONE SENTENCE at a time, although after someone else comments, feel free to add another line. Please, restrain yourselves from taking the fast bus to gutter land.
A blog story by Roz, Toni and the friendship team:
It's hard to describe how it feels when these sorts of things happen.
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Its hard to describe how it feels when these sort of things happen. You never plan on them nor do you go out looking, but at the same time, you learn to accept and then relize that you are glad that it did happen.
Luckily, the aliens explained everything.
Of course that was only after I bribed them mountains of chocolate cake and dill pickle chips.
oops i meant "bribed them *with mountains...."
But even after bribing them, I felt uneasy, for there explanation didn't make a lot of sense and I wondered what there true motives could be
Let me take you back to last week, when I was walking through the grocery store hoping to be inspired.
I was trying to decide if the store-brand peanut butter was worth the risk, when I looked up and there she was.
My first-grade teacher, Miss Penscoclairoung, looking not a day older than she had 217 years ago.
I raised my hand so that I could ask a question.
but then I relized that I was not her student and this was not a classroom; but how did she look so young? I approached to talk.
She began shouting, waving her hands frantically in front of her face and it was then that I remembered she had a severe allergy to peanut butter.
At least, that was what she told us when 216.5 years ago she morphed into a giant turquoise beast with three heads, seven eyes and very hairy mandibles.
But even in this monsterous natural form, it was all a scare tactic; in-fact,in her misunderstood form, she was rather funny and told us many interplanetary jokes.
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