Families, Poop, and Fun
Last night Tiny Robot and I had the pleasure of hosting 5 guests at our house for a dinner party. . . some old friends some new. We told embarassing stories about our siblings, childhood, and teenage experiences, as well as the experiences of others who were not present at our party. Ah, the joys of junior high and high school,
You know you've got some prize guests in your home when the conversation devolves to stories about unexpected turds in your living room, and everybody still stays for dessert. Case of "Coca-Cola," anyone?
2 comments:
Yay! Dinner parties! Baby G, your cooking rawked. Yes, it 'rawked'.
yes. i must agree, i have phenomenal cooks and hostesses for friends. my means of reciprocation you ask? telling demeaning stories about my childhood and family (which, sadly, involve none other than bodily functions). good times.
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