Category: O’Folks
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Our First Dinner at Ishnala
We had dinner last night at the Ishnala Supper Club near Wisconsin Dells. It’s a bit of a drive, just under an hour, but as things turned out, our visit there was worth every minute on the road. We learned about Ishnala from “Old Fashioned: The Story of the Wisconsin Supper Club,” a documentary we Read.
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hand towel
I went to the laundry basket with dripping hands and started pawing through it. “What are you looking for?” B asked. “Hand towel,” I answered, pulling out what I thought was a hand towel. “Don’t use that,” she admonished me. “That’s a rag. Just look at how dirty it is.” She held up a neatly Read.
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walking on the moon
After our weekly visit to the farmer’s market on Madison’s west side, My Darling B and I crossed the street to the Hilldale Mall where B had to shop for a dress to wear to a wedding. B hates shopping with the blazing white intensity of a thousand exploding suns, but the wedding is just Read.
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shades
Now you see him, now you don’t. Read.
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smartypants
My Darling B experienced a sustained moment of panic last night when she discovered that she couldn’t shut off her smart phone. B is a stickler for rules, so when the theater captain asks everyone to “shut off” their phones and I’m only silencing mine, B shuts hers all the way down – power off, Read.
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silly
Hello, boys and girls! Welcome! Welcome to Story Time with Unkle Knuckles. Gather round and I’ll tell you the story of how Silly Putty came to be banned from our Christmas stockings. Ready? Let’s begin. This would’ve been so many years ago that Sean was still a toddler and Tim was no more than a Read.
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colonials
The tip of Boo’s tail was broken when she was a kitten, sometime before we got her. Sean was petting her last night and mentioned how much he liked the hook at the end of her tail because it reminded him of a scorpion’s stinger, and then added something typically Sean-like, like, “Too bad she’ll Read.
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bourbon jenga
We played Bourbon Jenga last night, which is like regular Jenga but with cherry-infused bourbon. You can use regular bourbon if you like; it doesn’t have to be infused with cherries. It doesn’t have to be bourbon, either, but then it probably wouldn’t make sense to call it Bourbon Jenga. You still could call it Read.
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sauerkraut
My Darling B doesn’t get sauerkraut. “What is with you Sconnies and kraut?” she asked. Given the choice between mushrooms and sauerkraut, she’ll eat the shrooms, but she won’t like them, either. Read.
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Happy Birthday Sean!
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