I'm going to give the straight scoop, and then turn it over to our weekend guests, my sister Debby and my brother JP.
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Now, I'm turning it over to Debby for more...
For every story ever told, there's a back story, and ours takes place around the oval table of Deeper Season's beautiful (and very functional) galley. Long battles between competitive sisters wrangling over Banagrams (and I humbly confess that I won all but one game, to Beth's great frustration)...and long, earnest discussions about politics, religion,aliens AND clouds, because family is allowed to talk about that stuff, and if we occasionally threaten bodily harm, no one takes it seriously (unless JP is holding a paring knife in one hand and a martini in the other). We argue about electronics, whether Apple's iPod is being unfairly controlled by a host radio, what music we should play. And we laugh. A lot. My son David would appreciate our foray into scatalogical humor...Oh well, I tried to explain the subject of his latest writing project - about a profane folk hero and dubious saint of Tibetan culture. But some things haven't changed, and I still can't remember the punch lines of any given story. More laughter. More food. A little indigestion. Well, we're old (except I have to say that it's JP who's been downing the Gas-X, and he's the youngest!). And now, before I get myself into too much trouble, I'm passing the torch to my baby brother, who (along with the rest of us), is missing Norma, his lovely wife and our dear sister-in-law, tonight. To our hosts, Beth and Bill, many thanks. They're the best! (And I know JP agrees with me on that one...)
JP: OMG! BTW, I picked up two typos from my dear sisters. If you find them you get a free cruise to the Bahamas! LMAOROTF!