Green grapes, flaming Tonka pies, and a busted knee...
I have written about this weekend for about the past five years, how we've morphed and developed but still return to this farmhouse. We hustle about the loved corners, arrange firewood in squares to hope for warmth, and expand our repertoire with aluminum packets of chicken and vegetables. We woke up groggy in beds we've slept in yearly, stumble
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sometimes... just sometimes... my head feels like this.
OH I'm glad you had a good time at covered bridge. you think you'll always have that fleece?
-shan
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Secondly, yay covered bridge! I was actually reading the time you had come up. You realize that was three years ago now?
And thirdly, SweetPea said the same thing when she saw my fleece. Man, I heart that WV fleece. I have a feeling that I'll die, be buried in that fleece, and someone will push me off in Kermit over the side of a cliff...
... oh, melodrama, how I love thee!
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Def was lotsa fun through - I had a blast! Maybe next time I can be not sick and it could be just a TOUCH warmer?
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