As we sat outside the Great Dane bar, waiting for a taxi to take our alcohol-soaked butts back to our hotel, Gllen tells me (with a slight slurr) "I understand everything in Wausau right now." He explains, while pointing to the south: "Everyone over there is drunk." Pointing to the north: "Everyone over there is drunk." He gestures to east and west with a circular motion, "And 50% of this is eating cheese."
You are a very clever writer. M's mom introduced me to your blog. I think it takes a great sense of humor to live with such a reMARQable man and you have it and are able to share it. Sincerely, Dora
ReplyDeleteThanks, Dora! I'm delighted that so many people take an interest in our lives! ;)
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