So we went to the Tinsley’s for the weekend. So much stuff, so little time . . .
Jill, Katie, Bex and I were entertained by several dogs (ask Bex about the dog tripping her, and how her initial thought was to blame me,) lots of horses, and Rebecca, the youngest Tinsley. We told tall tales (the blue leisure suit story was the most often repeated) and stayed up ridiculously late giggling. If you have to ask about something, ask about:
swimming in the “pond”
Katie’s friend’s rip-away undies
the “my roommate’s underwear” story
hiding from the Germans
Abraham and Malachi
Katie’s voices in the night
sneezing in multiples of 3
premonitions about abusive cousins
Everything was wonderful. And I’m so tired and behind in everything.