Howdy Y’all! Home from the celebration. Ms. Becky and Mr. Frank were tickled to death. I think all twenty-five members of the Dawson Presbyterian Church showed up at one point or another. No one stayed very long which is just what JDD and his sis wanted to happen. JDD’s brother wouldn’t have cared one way or the other but he was there sans thing he lives with. Anywho, I’m back in da cave and glad to be here. OYKW is at his place doin’ laundry. He may come back over or not. Right now I feel I could go to bed and sleep until noon tomorrow but of course that cannot/will not happen.
Dooogiiiooooo I’m sure Gordie misses you too.
Well I had another slothful day. Not much of anything was accomplished today.
I am now officially on vacation.
I’d be more excited if I weren’t so bone-tired. The coffee, she does not help. The Pepsi I drank earlier today, she did not help either.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Supper was Hamburger Helper Sweet-n-Sour Chicken, with mixed veggies dumped in for healthiness. 
Not great but not bad. And fairly easy, so there’s that.
The rest of the night will be spent vegging and crocheting. I see an early bedtime tonight.
Going out to Ruby Tuesday’s for dinner with the Peeps.
Off to recline. MWAH!!
That and my irrational phobia of needles. 
Hey Spidey – meet me around Harrisburg and we’ll take the bottle to the edge of the world from there and throw it off. I figure its out west of us somewhere. 
(Now lets see who gets that obscure film reference.)
So anyway, I’m home and I’ll see everyone tomorrow. Need to get unpacked and stow my colonial gear tonight.
I’ve had tattooed people tell me that my needlephobia is not a good reason to avoid tattoos. They’ve obviously never had to deal with someone like me who flails when sharp metal objects are put near my skin.
Strangely, I have no problem with sewing needles.
I was not aware that marshmallows needed to be fed. :dubious:
Thay’s the name of our Facebook group. As in “hanging with my Peeps.”
We had our last drink and hug. 
But it’s only 364 days till next Convention. And a couple of 'em might visit this year. 
Hopefully he will not be making kimchee sauerkraut.
The Gods Must be Crazy.
wrong week…