Sunday – EG

“Forty-five percent of American marriages end in divorce,” Bernie says. “And forty percent of all first marriages.” I don’t know what all that means. All I know is that Bernie’s divorced, and we miss Charlie – that’s Bernie’s kid – a lot. On the other hand, as humans like to say, weddings are fun. I caught the bouquet! That was the last wedding I went to. There was something about me not going to any more.

Tomorrow – back to Greed, the loose ends.


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6 Responses to “Sunday – EG”

  1. Melanie
    2:43 am on October 25th, 2009

    Good on for catching the bouquet, Chet. You were probably a lot more polite than some of those "ladies" who were intent on capturing it!

  2. B. Stover
    4:58 am on October 25th, 2009

    You are so funny Chet! LOL

  3. C. Harris
    8:22 am on October 25th, 2009

    I bet the next time Bernie gets married you can be the "best man" and Iggy can be the ring-bearer. Of course, the two of you might end up in a tug-of-war over the little pillow. What fun.

  4. Rebecca Rice
    8:56 pm on October 25th, 2009

    Oh Chet, that's wonderful! I'm sure you got a lot more use and enjoyment out of that bouquet than anyone else would have.

    Wojo loves his kong. He plays that game that you enjoyed so much with the frisbee belonging to those college kids– where you *almost* gave it back… but then you didn't? You and Wojo would enjoy each other, I think. He's a big guy too.

  5. Rebecca Rice
    8:56 pm on October 25th, 2009

    Hey Chet, have you ever had a run-in with a skunk? Wojo had a very near miss, the other night…

  6. Ivy
    6:26 pm on November 6th, 2009

    Ewww! The skunk. Adorable creatures, but what a stink. Miss Abby had a near miss a few years ago, when my brother and nieces were visiting from Mainz, Germany. She never actually got a direct hit, I'm sure, but the odors lingered for days in the house. The nieces laughed it off, fortunately. On a different topic, Miss Abby chased a possum…why did I think a possum was an Australian marsupial?…not sure. Maybe someone can clarify. Anyway, Abby chased it down. I had to investigate, of course. There is was, playing possum, laying in the snow…eyes glazed over, little pink tongue hanging out, apparently not breathing. Took off less than two minutes after we returned indoors.

    One has to love nature and its wonders.


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