I am attempting once again to fight a balky Blogger, but you know what? This business of "have to change a code on 'HTML' mode to get pictures to post in the right order" is flat stupid, o lord of programming, so I'm gonna give it one more try, and I apologize if I have to tell the story backwards because some programmer thought this would be a neat default setting. Here goes...
Ah, see, I knew you had it in you...
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Mad scientist KC trying to make deviled egg. A bit mustard-y...
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The boys arrive, fresh from Thanksgiving at the other side
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"Nooo! Not this again!"
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"Okay, this is better."
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"Grampa, this is YOUR car!"
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"Here's my tattoos..."
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"You gotta get this one, too!"
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"Look, daddy! Grampa's car WON!"
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"My turn!"
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"And look! Grampa wins again!"
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Shenan finally arrives. Yes, she has a can in her pocket. My hillbilly daughter.
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Me doing a beer pic
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KC doing a beer pic
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KC bought Shenan a bottle of wine
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Not sure how this one snuck out of order, but this is Shenan giving late birthday gifts to the boys
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"You don't have a corkscrew?"
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And we briefly leap back to more present pics...
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KC attempts using various tools to open the wine. Me: "Maybe you should try a pair of pliers." Shenan: "Yeah, try pliers". KC: What are you, Joe Buck and Troy Aikman? 'They're bringing the pliers onto the field!' 'That's a smart play, Joe!'"
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As Grayson says it: "Monsher Truks!"
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You need to click to expand this picture and check out the expression on Grayson...
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Meanwhile, back at the bottle...
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"Spwoosh!" "Ahh! I'm blind!"
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Grampa taken by Isaiah
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"I didn't get no presents..." she says while digestion the equivalent of a plate and a half of Thanksgiving dinner...
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Here you go- present!
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(Mind you, it's empty of stuffing as of last night...)
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Isaiah wanted this turned this rightside up, but it was taken upside down...
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Euchre game- Shenan and I took 2 of 3
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Ride 'em, Grayson!
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"Don't GET any ideas..."
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So we're on the road, yeah? Me, Main Lady and her three little darlings. We stop off at a carry out just off the highway in an urban section 8 part of town. Case in point, the cashier and obvious valuables such as cigarettes, beer, and such are behind a bullet resistant wall. No, I'm not kidding.
ReplyDeleteI buy a bottle of pop, but the filthy thing lacks a twist off cap. I search for a bottle opener, but there is none. So I ask the cashier.
Me: "Say, I need a church key. Do you have one I can use?"
Cashier: "Huh?"
Me: "I need a church key. I don't have one, and the bottle cap isn't a twist off."
Cashier: "Sure... what do you want, now?"
Me: "A church key."
Then I look at the three guys behind the Plexiglas, all of whom have blank looks on their mugs.
Me: "A bottle opener. In the old days we called it a church key."
They laughed, and one guy came out and opened it with a bic lighter.
I just barely remember them being called that. I remember the latch on an open car door working for beer bottles, as well.
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