Because I am reasonably sure it will end up as a sermon illustration at some point, I will spare you the details. Let me just say that when you do the math, 1 sick kid + several sleepless nights + an ice storm + a 5 hour drive from a location only 2.5 hours away = rough weekend. Okay, we admit that it could have been worse. That we even got to try and have a weekend getaway shows just how good we have it, I know, I know. It was just less than pleasant. Strangely enough, Danielle is used to not so great vacations. Weird stuff just follows me on trips like that...maybe it is some kind of family curse. My mom grew up in Central America and was not liked by the village witch-doctor...I'm going to assume there is a different explanation...Danielle thinks it might just be me. It's hard to argue. I'm sure Eva's blog will have some comments (there is also a disturbing video of one of Eva's recent mining expeditions).
How about you all? Any tales of less than desirable family getaways?
By the way, before I call it a post, I want to be sure and remind you of our monthly visitation with the deacons. Actually it will be with one deacon each month as we share some breakfast then visit some of our church-family shut-ins. This is a great way to serve alongside our church leaders, get to know some of our church family that we don't get to see often and take part in Jesus' ministry to His people. I hope you can come. We'll leave the church at 9 for breakfast so bring some moolaa (that is to say money and not an actual mullah).
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There was the time when we were actually and genuinely snowed-in for two days in a backwater Wyoming town several years ago. In September.
Yeah, but we stayed in a 3 or 4-family-capacity B&B with 60 other people. Nice people, but...
We did get to sally out occasionally on the town, and one time we went up the street to the historic jail. We got to go in the cells and everything.
If I were snowed in for even a day I'd eat my cat and play BF2 all day.
If you go to SE Asia and say "I'd like a cat" ... they'll give you... cat. If you know what I mean. And I think it's them and not the SW Asians that worship their ancestors... I am sure Stu knows.
Meriwether Lewis once ate dog from the Nez Pierce and liked it. No wonder he committed suicide shortly thereafter.
I would just like to point out that there would also be no real reason for me to eat my cat, other than I just can. I think I might even play BF2 WHILE eating my cat.
Aha! It's those wretched video games. Corrupted today's youth, they have. They should be done away with. Eating one's cat! Tell me, how long have you had such dark and devilish thoughts? Let me find you a counselor at once.
Huh, scared everybody away. Fancy that. Anyhow, I found a kindred spirit for you Shaun... curious? I was very surprised when I read about it.
Have no fear... you do not in any way resemble a cat. Other things, maybe, a cat, no.
All right so your bosom companion is 64 years old and is a celebrity. Tell me who, Mr. Googlewhiz. Cheating allowed this time.
Never said he resembled you. In fact, he definitely doens't. (Interpret that any way you please.)
I just thought you might be interested to know that the current residence of the sometime commander of the Millenium Falcon is in Jackson Hole, WY, where he seeks to lead a quiet, secluded life away from all the publicity. So anytime you want to get away from all the reporters and photographers at your door, Shaun...
whoops! doesn't, I meant.
"Have no fear... you do not in any way resemble a cat."
I disagree.
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