* * * So Nance and Rick have come and gone, and it’s back to the drudgery of regular everyday life. LE SIGH. We had SO much fun while they were here. We maxed out the Catchphrase game (we started getting words we’d already gotten), so we switched over to Taboo, which is like Catchphrase in that you have to get your teammate to guess a word, but there are a list of words you can’t use, and it’s kind of a stressful game, but also more fun than it sounds like. As always, after they left, Fred said to me “Having them here makes me wish we had (local) friends.” He tried to convince them that they should move to Alabama, but they were resistant since they have things like “jobs” and “family” and “a life” at home, so they didn’t want to move down here to provide us with entertainment. SELFISH. Nance and Rick got to experience what life at Crooked Acres is like, and I think they liked it. I don’t believe I’ve ever had overnight guests who weren’t related to me (except Liz), so I was worried it would be weird, but it was completely relaxed and fun. Fred enjoyed having Rick around to help him do manly men things, and I loved having someone around who would listen when I chattered instead of tuning me out (FRED). At one point, Fred and I were on our computers and Nance and Rick were on their laptops in the dining room, and it was like a total dork convention. Nance and Rick got to try Fred’s habanero jam, and Nance totally lied and said it wasn’t hot at all, even though I could see the flames shooting out of her mouth. For her treachery, I loaded them up with habanero jam and hot sauce and even some of Fred’s “too banana-y” (according to him) strawberry/ kiwi/ banana jam. They got pickles and salsa and watermelon preserves, too. We were practically chasing them down the road yelling “Take some green peppers!!!!” Nance got to experience the whole foster kitten thing, too, and I’m not sure she liked the part where we had to take the fosterbabies to the pet store and leave them in a cage. In a last-ditch attempt to get Nance to take her home, Patrice hid in the carrier and broke Nance’s heart. They left without a cat this time, though – perhaps Queen Maddy taught them a lesson! We had dinner last night, and then they got on the road headed home, and we came home to our boring, quiet house. Later, I have a hair appointment. Can you stand the excitement?
“And when I go to Maine, I like to go shopping for cards, and blah blah blah blah.” Fascinating! (flickr)
How will Miz Poo survive without Nance around to spoil her rotten, I ask you? (flickr)