Supposing I could time travel, I would go back to THIS day... that I don't know what the actual day was. I will now preface this entry like the beginning of a magical childrens tale.
It was a BEEAAUUTIFULLL warm April day. Birds cried out from trees that stood tall against a backdrop the color of a robins egg. Jeannie and I had risen early, as that was our usual custom. We had homemade waffles and coffee fresh from the press for breakfast. . .
CHRIST ON THE CROSS
My storytelling skills are appalling. I've already lost interest in this one.
The whole point of the story was to talk about how Jeannie and I got drunk at Johnson Shut Ins and I inspired a few Amish hard-ons.
So, really the story should go like this:
Once upon a time, Jeannie and I got drunk at Johnson Shut Ins and I inspired some Amish hard-ons.
~The End~
I have laundry to do and stuff to get together. Boston in 4 days.