We sauntered down to the lake for a boat ride with a pastor to a rock band. (I know, needs explaining). Von and Vienna shared an apple and my jacket. Life is good.
I enjoyed an afternoon bike ride with the kids to the local library to get poetry books. Then we sat in the sun and read poetry to each other, pretending to be literary snobs while drinking root beer. The pause for burps worked out great and helped the poetic meter of the readings.
The Kissing Camels at Garden of the Gods have nothing on the kissing Lisa. Don't get me started...
I met Jesus this week at the trade show but didn't get his business card or his photo. I did, however, get a snap of the Roman Centurion as he cleared up my 'Dude, is that a skirt?' comment I made. Now that I see the photo, I need an image coach or stunt man so I don't look so motherly in my fighting posture.
4 comments:
Wow, do we MISS you ALL.
Ha Ha!
Poetry Snob? Not a chance. Then again, that pose with the centurion looks suspicious.
I shall now write a poem using (burp) to complete the meter.
Oh and the blinding glare of a shaved scalp can quite disarm a centurion, in my experience.
Lisa's hair looks longer. I love it!!! What a hot chick.
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