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Monday, February 26, 2007

the family gets together...

It is not that I have a large family, at best with everyone including pets we might clock at 11, but somehow you feel that there are a lot of us when we get together. This week-end we celebrated my nephews 30th birthday. My family has an age range of 14 months-53 and somehow, when the water guns were passed around, wisely after wine was served , do you realize that we are about 6 years old.

The conclave this year will be on a cruise in the Baltic Sea so that childish behavior will be almost guaranteed.

6 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

This week-end was awesome; between my NEW turquoise polo getting soaked in the water fight, robopet biting at my heels, ping pong, finally knowing what time it is, and being reminded about what time it always has been, I'd say our family is da shiznit!!!

Thanks to all and especially Danielle, Mima, Paul and Lester for making the haul over to the mountaneous regions where quaint inns and
brother/nephew/cousin Gaston (another special thanks to him, Alexa and Inigo, boy isn't life grand when sleeping is helping, for making it happen) are for now in close proximity.

Mom, dad, an xtra special thanks 2u2 for making me2(Victoria) possible!

Now over the hill,
R

5:46 PM  
Blogger mima said...

another satisfied customer

6:03 PM  
Blogger mima said...

another satisfied customer

6:03 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Isn't the definition of your "conclave" just the three of you, siblings all? Where the hell IS the Baltic anyway; Atlantic City?

12:36 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I hope you prepare the cruise line for the fact that you may take over as the activities director.

Try wine in place of the water in the guns.

David/Fran

8:50 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Rich said....
It sure beats when me and my brother's get together, we normally play golf while drinking, which ends up with us jamming our golf cart into a sand bunker, which is a no-no on a golf course. After being "spoken too" we walk back to the clubhouse with our clubs in tow and have another beer, or two and share some big belly laughs while burping as loud as we can.

One of these days, the Haus boys will grow up.

Good luck tomorrow

5:06 PM  

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