Pale ale and a movie filled our Valentine's evening with low-key fun. But after the lights went out, things went bad. Two sick children and several vomit-drenched sheets will prevent us from attending your party this weekend. We are bummed! And grossed out! Reminds me of that Philip Larkin poem, "They fuck you up your mom and dad" -- only backwards. - B
P.S. I tried to cheer Don up with the thought of being able to attend our neighbor's 100th birthday party Sunday -- instead of Tardy Gras. He choked out a bitter laugh. He'd dyed a special shirt for you guys and everything!
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Dear Rob,
Pale ale and a movie filled our Valentine's evening with low-key fun. But after the lights went out, things went bad. Two sick children and several vomit-drenched sheets will prevent us from attending your party this weekend. We are bummed! And grossed out! Reminds me of that Philip Larkin poem, "They fuck you up your mom and dad" -- only backwards. - B
P.S. I tried to cheer Don up with the thought of being able to attend our neighbor's 100th birthday party Sunday -- instead of Tardy Gras. He choked out a bitter laugh. He'd dyed a special shirt for you guys and everything!
Arrgh! Say it ain't so!
We were so psyched to have you guys come. Drat and blast.
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