This week we had a guest star to the table: the ever-lovley, next door neighbor, good ole' Arianne. Her parents are out of town as they have rented a sailboat and are cruising around the Caribbean (!!!). She was not invited. She came over and sulked with us.
We had a delicious Dad-meal under the somewhat ominous sky.
It actually did rain on us, forcing us to unplug the lights and the music and take our party indoors where we enjoyed a too-sweet turtle pie. You may notice someone missing from the table. Ellen did not attend this week.
She began feeling a little woozy around the time she got off work. She staggered over to her car, which was parked on the ever-crowed King street, and climbed into the back seat just to lay down for a second. She woke up 3 hours later in her boiling hot car, weak and nauseous. She decided she should drive home quickly and climbed into her front seat and began driving. Whilst driving 55 mph over the connector she threw up 3 times. She never stopped or pulled over, just puked and drove. A true heaving pro.
She felt much better after all that hard work and she did show up for her plate of Dad food. I was particularly grossed out by her and stayed very far away, however everyone else was kind and gave their sympathies. She is perfectly fine today and we have no idea was caused this problem.
And I'm sorry Aunt Georgia! I still haven't taken apartment pictures because believe it or not, I still haven't unpacked (though by now that really means everything is on the floor and I haven't thrown away the boxes). I have in fact been working everyday and today is my only day off. I will attempt to hide the piles of crap that are laying around so that I might capture the essence of our standard apartment through photo.
As a final note, Annie is getting tired of us laughing every time we see her.
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