Category: Seanster
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wet willie!
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mosh pit
Sean and Nikki, dancing fools, at the Great Taste of the Midwest. Read.
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Great Taste 2013
Time once again for the Great Taste of the Midwest, the very best beer fest anywhere in the world, as if that has to be said. We’ve been going to the Great Taste every year for seven years now but this time around there were two significantly different changes to the way we attended. The Read.
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belatedly
“Guess what tomorrow is,” My Darling B asked me as I was cleaning up after dinner. I thought I knew what she was getting at, but I didn’t want to just blurt it out, so I said, somewhat obtusely, “Tomorrow’s the fifteenth.” “And that means?” “Duh. Fifteen percent off wine at the liquor store.” “Right,” Read.
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stoned2
I’ve been to House On The Rock once before we went on our family outing last week with Sean. Many, many moons ago, when I was just a dorky beanpole teenager instead of a dorky beanpole middle-aged guy, my mom and dad stopped there during a family vacation, probably a weekend camping trip, but to Read.
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stoned
My Darling B and I took Sean on a day trip to see The House On The Rock yesterday. “It’s something everyone has to do when they go to Wisconsin, and we haven’t done it yet,” she explained. So, in spite of a tiny bit of reluctance I may have detected from Sean, we jumped Read.
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Alien
We all crowded around the television screen last night to watch Alien because we found out Sean has never seen it. HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE? A couple nights ago after dinner we were sitting around talking about all the things that were wrong with Promethus again, and after one of us compared it to Read.
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seanster
The bus pulled into the Dutch Mills parking lot right on time at 9:45, and Sean was the first one off. It was still so hot that we sat in the car to wait for him, getting out only to welcome him with a big hug before scampering back into the car. His first natural Read.
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Maurice Sendak
Ten years from now, or maybe as little as five, really, I may not remember where I was or what I was doing when I heard the news that Maurice Sendak had died, but I hope I’ll always be able to recall some of the happiest moments of my life, and that I could live Read.
