On the eve of actually passing 35 years of age, I proclaimed, "35 and still alive!" and then proceded to have my brother-in-law move the table saw and chair out of my way as I TIMBEREDDDDDD over.
My, no...OUR lives...the lives of the American people, near and far, have been forever touched directly and indirectly by the Ballock Bed-n-Breakfast. Oh yes, it is a place to stay without regret, over indulgence fears and more than just a dollop of any delicious morsel one could dream up. Temporarily my thigh will bear the marking larger than the length of a stapler, but forever in my heart I will bear a smile once I remember what actually happened that fine, birthday eve...Thank you, Lauren. Thank you, Verno. Thank you ,Michelle. Thank you, Nicholas. And thank you God.
5 comments:
I miss out on all the good shit.
I can't believe you posted that picture. WOW! That think is awesome. However you missed the best part of the story.
Steph- gently holding onto the plastic car....35 and still alive...then timber.
I love you.
And yes Erin you did miss it.
I can't spell.
I said the best part, dude! xoxo and Erin, you'll about to be here for the best part!
wow. I remember you telling me this story like it was yesterday. And now I'm gonna be 35 in a few months... HOW DID THAT HAPPEN????
You need to start blogging again.
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