Why is it always that some of the most unplanned and ordinary events yield some of the funniest results? Despite a small turn out at FHE last night, I had a relatively good time. Was it because it was so low key? Was it because Ashley always does a bang up job? Was it because it was mostly Vic Park in attendance? Or a combination of all three?
Thoughts from yesterday include:
Once a Vic Parker, always a Vic Parker. Just try and leave and fit in with somewhere else, it is never going to happen. You are one of us. (That sounds creepy)
I am having too much fun with you this week for you to leave. Can’t we just buy groceries and you stay?
The ward did seem a bit off without you. Welcome home. You were the puzzle piece that was missing.
Basically, it was all my fault, and the only person I can get mad at is myself. You tried, really you did. It is okay.
Never in my life do I want to do that, so I wasn’t really jealous. We are not John and Yoko, and I didn’t hear I, Me, Mine playing. (Awesome reference! I impress even myself sometimes.)
A cat? Really? Okay.
Him? Really? Okay.
Why aren’t we best friends?
Well, here’s hoping the week is great, despite the fact that Ashley still thinks she can move on Wednesday. I am trying to be optimistic, and thinking that make the magic of Whoop-Up is on my side.
Looking forward to:
The final days with you under my roof.
My first experience with Whoop-Up days, and maybe a ride on the Ferris Wheel. Maybe. If I don’t chicken out.
Whatever the cosmos are willing to give me.
Sure, the future freaks me out, but the present seems to be manageable.
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