Yesterday, we just sat around Nance and Rick’s and shot the shit (also, there might have been a nap or two involved), and I don’t remember the last time I laughed so hard.
I’m sure everyone’s seen this video, but on the off chance you haven’t, check it out:
Nance played that thing no less than 4 times yesterday, and I had never heard the song before, but now it’s bouncing around in my head. Nance has decreed that either Alex or Trey (or both!) must do something like that when they get married, so she can dance down the aisle.
In the evening, Alex and Brittany and Regan showed up, and I don’t remember everything we talked about (truly, we need to live-blog one of these gatherings), but I do recall a discussion wherein Shirley asked if stillborn babies are insured and they must have talked about it for twenty minutes.
And no one was even drinking!
We sat outside and took turns playing Cornhole (a game wherein you toss beanbags into a hole in a board – or at least tempt to) and I am not talented when it comes to that game BELIEVE ME. Trey kicked my ass.
They have ten million fireflies here in Pennsylvania. I thought we had a lot at home, but there must have been a million of the damn things lighting up the night. I’m jealous; I love fireflies.
We have fun, fun plans for later today – but you’ll have to wait and hear about that tomorrow!
Julie lets her hillbilly roots show.
Nance in her fancy new sweater. (70% off!)
