May 31, 2005
Well, that's all well and good but once you get in the Chattahoochee it's colder than a witch's teat in a brass bra. As I discovered...
My four-year old, Justin, had a blast too:
After dinner, the two old married couples got together to watch the season finale "Lost" (babysitting courtesy of the grandparents). I only started watching this part-way into the season at the insistence of my sister-in-law and had to catch the older episodes in repeats. But it was worth it because it's become my favorite TV show (after "Battlestar Galactica", of course).
It was margaritas all around, topped off by a rather tasty red wine called "Fat Bastard". Unfortunately, I found out it was from France, so I can't like it too much.
Slept well that night. Good thing I didn't have to get up early the next morning.
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