When Jacquie and her young'uns come to visit our fair shores every summer, they and their Uncle Schleckah wander off from Ocean Beach to the rocks at Neptune Park, and have themselves a righteous photo shoot.
I know, right? The awesomeness of it almost makes one want to keel over into a heap of love.
This photo has officially made it onto the walls of the Ledgie Loo.
Honestly. Could you die?
2009: Well, we, as a giant family, went to the Poconos to celebrate Mom and Dad's 50th wedding anniversary. So, no OB that year, but we made up for it in sheer joy at Pocmont.
But, the very next year . . .
The hand on the leg? I die.
Not even an Olympic year. Still, I die.
Uncle Mistah Schleckah can talk them into anything.
Goodbye, 2011 . . .
. . . and hello . . .
Oooh, the John H behind them!
There's not a lot we can depend on in this big bad world . . .
. . . but we still have these two knuckleheads to save the day.
Once upon a glass or twelve of wine, Jacquie and Beth and Ellie got to talking. We decided that we were all enormously smart and clever and hilarious, and that it would be a crime not to share our unique talents with the world. We decided to start a blog together.
We needed a name, so Jacquie asked Beth: “What should we call a blog about meand you and Ellie?” And the rest, as they say, is history. We are having a blast writing this thing, and if there was any trepidation that we were only smart and clever and hilarious that night because of all the wine, our words here thus far have succinctly affirmed our mutual self-admiration.
What are you reading?
Ellie - Middlemarch, George Eliot. Finally
Jacquie - The Nightingale, Kristen Hannah
Beth - Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal by Julie Metz