Here it is, almost midnight and we’re just finishing off cutting up cheese and veges and dry sausage. I let the kids finish up because my arm aches from slicing and dicing and cleaning.
Not only is it supposed to rain tomorrow. It is supposed to be a nice little storm with lightening, thunder, and hail. When we were watching the forecast on the news, Steve says, “Yes! This is going to be the best party ever!”
Frank & my sister both pointed out to me that the day Stephen was baptized, lightening struck a pole just outside the chapel. It downed a wire. Sparks were shooting everywhere. My father in-law was playing traffic cop to make sure no one got electrocuted. Apparently it’s just a tradition with my son that religious ceremonies, followed by parties must be accompanied by storms. I guess that means when he’s ordained, there will be a tornado.
June 22nd, 2008 at 12:08 am Quote
Well. it is now officially Sunday. I hope you are asleep and resting up for the big event. If it does storm it will make the party that much more memorable for all involved.
Tall Steve I said Happy….ummm Good…… umm Great job at……oh well tell him this almost Baptist said congratulations.
June 22nd, 2008 at 12:14 am Quote
Stephen wants to know if your reference to “Tall Steve” was meant to mock him.
June 22nd, 2008 at 12:36 am Quote
Aside from being almost Baptist…which means you can’t curse, drink or think bad thoughts, I have DIAL UP, which will be listed as a deadly sin sometime in the future. Spelling Tell wrong is the least of my problems.
June 22nd, 2008 at 9:56 pm Quote
I hope your day went well and Steve got to enjoy a party without the tents blowing away or someone getting stuck by lightning.
June 23rd, 2008 at 5:06 pm Quote
I’m so juvenile! I was snickering that you finished “cutting the cheese after midnight” and “you hurt so badly that you had to let your kids finish” until I went back and read it a little better. I do believe Linus will pass me up maturity-wise in the next six months or so.