We arrived back safely in the land of Sunshine and Silicone yesterday. I am combatting the jetlag with work and the hopes of later opening the bottle of Calvados I shipped from France. My liver is hanging on by a thread, but I think it will tolerate this last indulgence.
Hang on until Sunday, Dear Readers, for the account of our trip to Munich.
Prost!
PS The Snick did not run to greet us after a three and a half week absence. Oh, no. She waited ten minutes before sauntering out of the bedroom and then regarded us with a "where the f*ck have YOU been?" look.
5 comments:
Ein Prosit, ein Prosit, der Gemuetlichkeit!!
So THAT's what the hell they're singing. I remembered something about "ein, zwei, drei... SOFA!"
Must have been drunk.
SOFA?? Is that where the US-Iraq Status of Forces Agreement went? Some pub in Munchen? "In Munchen steht ein Hofbrauhaus. Eins, zwei, gesuffe!! Gesuffe! Sofa....harumph. Welcome home.
It made perfect sense to me. Three beers and you're on the sofa. Seriously.
This has been a terrific blog. Thanks. Hope to see you in April at Lisa's wedding??
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