We left the farm today. We had places to be and people to see, so we left all our critters in the capable hands of...Jay. Those who know how much he LOVES animals (ahem) are rolling on the floor right now. The best was when he called to say that Junior had not finished his bucket of milk, looking for advice on what to do. "Well, sometimes," I said, "you have to put your fingers into the milk and let him suck on them. He'll pull milk in, and then you can usually drag your hand out." The silence on the other end of the phone was deafening.
We headed out today for a yearly tradition. Some people in this country congregate on the third Saturday in September for a cultic ritual involving Beer, Brats...and the Bride. We congregate in Virginia...in Ohio...in Nebraska...and in Illinois. We eat brats and drink beer. Some say we're nuts to drive 3 hours to sit with other nuts and watch a 21 year-old movie. But, it's "A classic fairy tale, with swordplay, giants, an evil prince, a beautiful princess, and yes, some kissing (as read by a kindly grandfather)." (Thanks, IMDB) It has a great gift for rhyme. And it ends with a miracle. Why wouldn't we drive?
We decided today that license plates reading TWU WUV would be PERFECT. Thanks to John and Jenny for hosting!
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I found a license plate generator so we could see what our license plate idea would look like. I'm just posting it now over at my blog.
Thanks so much for coming!
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