It was late on Friday before I shrugged off the pressures of work and caught on that this was going to be the significant spring weekend around here. While friends were cheersing and laughing I randomly squawked about the pernicious ignorance of the Alabama state legislature and absolutely crucial aspects of instructional diagramming. Somebody should have slapped me, except I do the slapping around here when necessary. Ask anyone.
In the interest of full disclosure, of which the internet now requires nothing less, the weekend went something like this...
ART, BEER, COFFEE, BLOODY MARY, PROSCIUTTO LOAF, BEER, BOCCE, BOCCE, BOCCE, BASKETBALL, BLUEGRASS.
I hope yours can compete with that.
Juancho
9 comments:
What? No Easter basket? Mine can't compete with your whirlwind of debauchery, but I could probably be the one to slap, I mean "spank," you - for the instructional diagramming diatribe, of course! :)
Did you say basketball? Why no ringy-dingy? No matter; I'm on the disabled list with a bum calf.
Watching not playing. No ringy dingy (bikes?) because I had a non-riding friend in town. He wanted nothing to do with any of that.
nope, mine can't compete, can't even register.
Swim lesson, playground, movie, easter egg hunt, yardwork, basketball, easter basket hunt, pork roast, lemon raspberry tiramasu, movie, sex.
I think Dr. Detroit wins. Sex was involved.
When I looked at my list it was the one thing missing.
Dr. Det-WHAt? you da weekend monsta!
Oh! I almost left a very funny joke, but it was too off color for this blog. Just imagine something very funny and inappropriate. I'm just pleased my filter still works. Sometimes. Your weekend sounds awesome.
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