Sometimes it's hard to find the strength to leave.
Take this past weekend, for example. Mistah and I went down to Mark Dowd's house, met by the lovely MB of course, and Mom and Dad came over on Saturday night to celebrate Dad's bday. We had ourselves a Big Time.
Then on Sunday, Mistah and I packed up and left MD's and went to downtown Milford with MB and MD for
one beer --
one -- on a sunny deck before making our way back to New London . . .
. . . and well, all hell broke loose.
. . . which sometimes happens, when we get together with
these reprobates.
We couldn't seem to find the strength to leave.
We did, though, finally find the strength to leave the bar, and headed to the beach . . .
. . . and I don't know, you tell me. Need I use words? In this case I needn't; they're superfluous.
7 comments:
The smiles say it all. Looks like super-fun times!
I enjoy your good times too much! I'm going to have to have my own.
Strong like bull!
Everyone looks marvelous. MB's hair looks especially good ;-)
beth
You four are the most adorable goobers I've ever seen. I was about to post my chagrin that no one was flipping the bird in even one single photo, I was looking so hard for the hidden digit that I almost missed Mark Dowd's flagrant flippage. Whew, that was a close one!
Looks like a fun day, can't wait to see you ho-bags.
xo
Jacquie
What a fun day! Great pix, Ellie & Bill. Can't wait to see you, too, Jacq. And thanks, Beth!
What happened to Mark's big plans to chop down bushes, plant trees, transplant more trees? I was thinking of him working so hard on Sunday when all the while you were whooping it up! I wish you guys would learn to enjoy life more.... mom
Cheers for the strength to stay!! xoxo
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