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A couple of years ago, a few days after Halloween, Susan e-mailed everyone the picture of me in my costume. Chris' instant reply was a matching picture of him in his costume. Somehow, without any consultation or discussion, we had both made and dressed up in giant bee costumes. Most sci-fi movies depict psychic abilities as a trait of advanced species...it turns out us remedial beings already have it.
Since Susan told Chris it wasn't a formal wedding, he decided just to re-use an outfit he already had.
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Many years ago, in a fine display of Williams procastination, Blaine made this lovely table with his own two hands. From the scraps left over from his classmates' projects. Judging from the workmanship, this particular shop class catered to the kids who rode the short bus. As I didn't make it out to Calgary for Gram Doris' funeral, it was up to my bothers to select a personal momento for me...and it was this table. I'd have preferred the crocheted toilet seat cover Chris got (don't ask). Since I wasn't there, Jude and Blaine ended up bringing it back to California. Ever since I've been begging them to bring the table to Ottawa. It is surprisingly heavy for such a shoddily built piece of furniture. They thought I may want to at least visit it, and so went through the trouble of bringing it all the way to Costa Rica and had the hotel put it in our honeymoon villa to surprise us.
The flamingo is just too long a story to explain, it just happened to be there. |
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