some highlights:
- e may be better at pilates than me. else, he's a fantastic
motivator. as i pulled myself into the jackknife position, he
proceeded to slap my elevated bottom, as if to say, "you've got a long
way to go, auntie sj. keep it up! i expect you to carry me all around
disney and give a piggy back ride to goofy!" (we're headed to
disneyworld as a *family* including anonymous and her husband sometime
soon -- ray, you may expect me *nightly* at jellyrolls).
- e did not inherit his musical talents from our mother. or, well,
maybe he did. but really, it seems e may have a better sense of rhythm
than our mother. but then, her rhythm may have been affected by the
highball glass of wine anonymous gave her when she first walked in --
which i find ironic, because my musicality gets way better once i've
had a few glasses of wine. after a half bottle of pinot noir, i'm
barbra freakin' streisand. one thing's for sure -- mom was probably
asleep by the time dad pulled in the driveway. and e was probably up
way past 10.
- happy birthday, anonymous! my sis turned.. um.. 30-something
yesterday, but still doesn't look (4,5,6 or 7- take a guess) years
older than me. which is great news for her, but bad news for me and my
235 look-alikes on blogger. j and i went to cabela's and found her a
worthy reel for the great fishing derby of 2008 (when our family
vacations in upstate vermont in a beautiful cabin in the middle of
nowhere on a lake, and about 40 minutes from montreal.) my oldest sis
and i have had our share of giggles and squabbles over the years, but
i'm particularly happy that we have grown closer over the past 5 years
or so. the fact that we could make a sitcom out of our family is made
a little easier knowing that my sister and i would absolutely be able
to commiserate at the end of every episode.
- saturday night we went to dinner with KAT and the PH (just like old
times! except that it was at 5 p.m.... but still similar to the old
days when we'd stay up till 2 playing cards).
we went to one of our favorite connecticut restaurants that sits in
the middle of the state in the same town where i happened to spend my
childhood at 4-H camp. (which has *nothing* to do with this story, but
how often have i mentioned that i went to 4-H camp growing up, eh?)
first, KAT and I may have gotten off to a bad start with the hostess
when she asked us if we wanted to hang our coats in the coatroom
downstairs ("No, thanks.") She pressed on to tell us "but it's really
warm in there. there's a fireplace, so it gets toasty." Still, we
preferred to keep our coats *with* us, but had no intention of keeping
them on. but apparently to this girl, it's a one way street. either
let us take your coats or you wear them. no taking it off at the
table! this probably wouldn't have been an odd exchange for anyone
else but the two of us, i realize.
second, j ordered a salad for dinner -- with no tomatoes and no
onions. which we thought was fine. good for him, being healthy and
all. and the rest of us ordered various entrees, that apparently, come
with a small salad. so imagine our surprise when the waitress came
back to the table to find out if he didn't want tomatoes and onions on
his dinner salad - "I kind of picked up that you didn't like them..."
she said. Really? What gave that away -- the fact that he ordered a
salad without them? even more odd- was he going to get a warm up salad
to his dinner salad?
he very nearly did, although KAT had to ask for hers. the moral of the
story for KAT: you need to build your upper body. that waitress had
eyes for j.
oh - and one more thing. how do you think we could best recreate the
dessert KAT nad I shared: a fried peanut butter and jelly sandwich (or
as i like to call it: 58 extra minutes of folding myself in ungodly
directions)?
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