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.
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.
Stephen wants to know if your reference to “Tall Steve” was meant to mock him.
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.
I hope your day went well and Steve got to enjoy a party without the tents blowing away or someone getting stuck by lightning.
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.