Jerome and Shannon came over last night and GUESS WHAT!!!!
Yeah, well, what news would you expect from a couple who got married last summer. They are progenizing, and Shannon looks glorious and Jerome looks pleased. I hope they have a hundred fat children. No, actually, I hope they do whatever they want and have fun doing it, and that seems to be a) how it’s been and b) the continuing plan.
I fed them spaghetti and they watched The Road to Guantanamo with us. As we said to each other after we watched … Going to Afghanistan 3 weeks after 9/11 was their first mistake, and it got mistakier from there.
The crowd consisted of Paul (who had to leave for work at 7:30 and thus missed the movie, and brought the bread I made french toast this morning with as there was otherwise no bread in the house), Keith, me, Jeff and the developing duo.
I suppose I should say that after the best part of a year of saying, “Aw, c’MON – where do you get your goofy ideas about movies anyway??? Don’t you trust me?” Jeff talked me into watching Ferris Bueller’s Day Off.
Yes, I liked it. Now, cleaning and tidying and working on Valentine cards and getting read to go to a dinner party tonight. I’ve been asked to bring my mando. Yee!
