ahhh...ahhhh...ahhhargh!
I've got to stop the retelling.
Yup, it ends tonight.
I can't tell you anymore.
I'm not going to tell you about how I went to Galveston Island, and how I met Elastics dad, and we took a tour of a palace, and went to the beach, and the boardwalk, and sang Dan Fogelberg in the car and got emotional. And how I fell asleep to Elastic talking to me every night, and how I woke up twice at 3 a.m. to throw papers, but her husband had already gone and done it for her so I couldn't get the whole Elastic experience because her husband was too nice.
I won't even mention that I made them coffee cake because their dad wouldn't buy it for them because it was called coffee cake, and how I showed her kids how to make monkey bread, or how we played Mad Gab and went to the flea market, and the antique mall.
Nope.
You won't hear about lounging in the pool, singing in the pool, singing in the aisles of Kroegers, singing in the truck, singing at the house, singing everywhere, or watching Elastic with her 7th child, Ophelia the guinea pig.
I'll never tell you how sad it was to leave, and how many times her kids hugged, and re hugged me, and how badly I wanted all of them to crawl in my suitcase, but it was already overweight so I had to pay and additional $60.
Nah, sorry.
I'm too tired.
I will tell you I loved it.
Thank you Elastic, and the immediate and extended Infidel family.
I had a great time.
There.
I did it.
Now I need another vacation.
Wednesday, January 16, 2019
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Thanks for not telling us! NOW how are we going to hear about your trip? GAWSH!!!
I'm in a Vicodin haz here......just frolicking along the road to toothlessness......even though I'm out of it I was just checking Houston to Seattle flight prices. Maybe in our advanced years we can be like the wealthy snowbird kind of people. You can winter here with me and I'll wing my way to Seattle to escape the 100 percent humidity Houston summers.
Did you tell the nice readers what a good houseguest you are?
It's true. Carrot stripped the bed, washed the sheets, remade the bed. She sent the cutest thank you note ever. It was written on a little green rectangle of WELCOME MAT astroturf.
Maybe I shouldn't reveal these things. Next thing you know everyone will want to have Carrot in the house and I'll have to bribe your social secretary to squeeze some Carrot-Elastic time in on your agenda.
I sang "Hurts So Good" with Dr. Hernandez yesterday AS he was wiggling and pulling out my very stubborn molar.
Okay, I was actually only kind of humming along. It's hard to sing with a man's hand and dental equipment in your mouth. I liked the irony of it. He asked if I hurt and I responded with "YES! But it's a good kind of hurt. May I call you Dr. Mellencamp from now on?"
He also started singing "Wiggle It Just A Little Bit" which sent me into another round of raucous laughter followed by snorting.
Singing dentists are the best kind of dentists to have.
I'm so glad you two had a good time. On Sunday, your brother-in-law asked me if I also made it down to Elastic's house. I had to run from the chapel crying hysterically.
But I'm glad you had a good time. ;)
wv = repress - I kid you not
Hmm,now I have the Never Ending Story song in my head.
"Rhymes that keep their secrets,
will unfold behind the clouds
and there upon a rainbow is the answer to our never ending story...ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah..."
Lightweight.
You could have gone on for at least another week.
Whatever.
Coffee cake doesn't have coffee in it? Oh the things I learn when I come here.
And thanks for putting that song in my head.
No thanks for not telling us. I'm not glad you didn't have a wonderful time ;)
Yay! I love hearing about the details you didn't didn't tell us in this post! :)
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