“Here I stand,
So tall and grand,
With a can of Carnation
In my hand.
No tits to pull,
No hay to pitch,
Just punch a hole
In the son of a bitch.”
I miss you grandpa!
It’s like shuffleboard on ice….. and it is the cause of my stiff body this morning. Yesterday Tea and I ventured out to the St. Paul Curling Club to engage in 3 hours of rock tossing on some slippery ass ice with some of Tea’s co-workers. The object of curling is much like shuffleboard, except you slide a stone with a handle attached to it down an alley of ice. Your teammates run ahead of your stone as it slides down the ice, sweeping like Mr. Clean trying to scrub the ice in order to allow your stone to travel further. The tricky part is keeping your balance on the ice while sliding your stone. Luckily, neither of us ended up in the hospital with anything broken. Oh….. our team won too!
days and counting til we get to see the best friends anyone could have!!!
On our list of to do’s with the folks:
-touring the city
-checking out the lakes
–Stillwater, MN (such a cute quaint little river town)
–apple picking (DELICIOSO)
-polar bear sex…. (This is only for those of you who know that joke)
Always a joy to see Mama and Papa Tea. They are headed back to Alabama now where nobody will notice their mispronouncing of Minneannapolis 🙂