We tried to fund the expedition via the new business model by leaving Brigitte with the inspirational beagle, with instructions to write a beagle-sitting poem. Alas, we returned to discover that there had been considerably more beagle belly rubbing than poetry writing. Isn't there a federal bailout program to keep this sort of deficit from getting verse?
The treasures?
- Monique - one quart of cherries.
- Henry - a Viking helmet.
- Malcolm - a cool Thanksgiving Day Parade jacket with a clown.
- Henry & Malcolm together - a tackle box full of fishing lures and hooks.
- Arsen - a ceramic butter dish with two sets of matching salt & pepper shakers. And possibly a 1957 Encyclopedia Britannica. (He's still negotiating the price.)
- John - a ceramic pineapple pitcher and a metal hors d'oeuvre plate shaped like a palm leaf.
And now, a few photos:
Discerning men understand that every household needs a pineapple pitcher.
The treasure-hunters display their swag.
See, we needed a pineapple pitcher. Otherwise the pineapple juice would just be in a big puddle on the floor.
Uh-oh. I'm looking at a couple of those faces and I fear the pineapple juice may have been fermented.
Ahhh, now this is a tray on which a man can proudly serve his tropical fruits!
So, a productive expedition, though I fear that the lack of free beagle poetry written by others may have trimmed our usual profit margin.
I love the pictures! And the cups the twins are using look mighty familiar? Might the handle on those cups double as a straw? If so, they are the most fought over style of cup around here. And yes, we do have fights over which child dibbed which cup. ARen't you looking forward to our visit even more now?
ReplyDeleteThank you for the Dead Show CD's! It was very thoughtful of you.
How funny, Susan. Yes, those cups are a favorite around here too. Unfortunately, the cuts are at Omi and Opi's (grandma and grandpa's) but I'm guessing that makes them even more special.
ReplyDeleteWe are really excited about your visit!