I woke up half an hour before the parade was to start here in little Limerick, too late to walk a horse up the hill.
So Rex, Kayti and I enjoyed the festivities from the sidelines.
What really made this Memorial Day memorable was the scene across the street from where we stood. As the preacher intoned the benediction, a woman hustled a boy (presumably her son) to the side of the road, facing us, and he threw up, not just once, but time after time after time. It was bright orange, too.
It was so gross. I almost gagged. Just when we'd think he couldn't possibly have anything more coming out, more came out.
Well.
We spent the rest of the day trying to expunge the image from our minds' eyes.
Have a nice day!
About Me
- Debbi H.
- My Uncle Hervey, now deceased, warned me when I told him I was planting zucchini: "Stand back!" I planted, I stood back, and was delighted when my plants actually did produce zucchini. Singular. For two years, that's the only zucchini I grew. This year, the summer squash joined the revolt. It's kind of the story of my life. What other people accomplish with ease, I struggle at and fail. It's OK, though, because I have a KILLER sense of humor that gets me through the heartache. I hope you enjoy the blog. I'm going to try to write every day, just like I wrote in my diary every day until I got a life, around age 35. I'm 56 now, married, a mom (and was THAT an eye-opener!) and live on the 7.33-acre Stick Farm that is my agony and my ecstasy. Read it and weep - preferably with laughter.
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