All is Quiet:
What a lovely New Year’s Day. Suzan and I had our second annual Open House and folks stopped by throughout the afternoon for granola and lounging. Tantek and Amber came straight over from another party and were still in their pajamas. They brought board games and I learned that I suck at Scrabble. Jessa, MJ and Anne Marie braved the rain from disparate parts of the bay to come and visit. Wendy was here all through the Rose Bowl (in which Michigan played pathetically and deserved to lose), a few games of Trivial Persuit and a late afternoon screening of House Party).
It’s pouring again this morning but I’m looking at is the floods from above, washing away the old of the previous year and clensing the earth in preparation for the new.
2004. It begins.
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Sounds like fun. Good to see you and Suzan kept up the “Granola on New Year’s” tradition even though I wasn’t around this time to make it.
Was Michigan really that pathetic? I only caught the end as the announcers were virtually crowning USC champions for all time– BCS be damned.
Sounds like fun. Good to see you and Suzan kept up the “Granola on New Year’s” tradition even though I wasn’t around this time to make it.
Was Michigan really that pathetic? I only caught the end as the announcers were virtually crowning USC champions for all time– BCS be damned.
How in the sam hill can you suck at Scrabble!?
How in the sam hill can you suck at Scrabble!?
Geoff,
I’ve never owned a scrabble game and didn’t know the rules. The words I handled fine. But the when-to-get-rid-of-your-tiles and all that jazz, I didn’t know.
Justin,
I’d compare Michigan’s offensive line to a wall make of crumbling sod. Pathetic is an understatement.
Geoff,
I’ve never owned a scrabble game and didn’t know the rules. The words I handled fine. But the when-to-get-rid-of-your-tiles and all that jazz, I didn’t know.
Justin,
I’d compare Michigan’s offensive line to a wall make of crumbling sod. Pathetic is an understatement.