10 more days until...

Actually, this picture should more accurately be titled "11 more days" because it depicts what will happen the day AFTER Scooter gets here, if his last visit is anything to go by. He, Dee (and hopefully) SharonHeron and JentheHen* and I will have stayed up nearly all night to catch up, reminisce, philosophize, make plans for taking over the world, etc. There might be a little alcohol involved. There will definitely be 80's music. There will be so much laughter that we might hush ourselves and listen intently for the 'Savant's dulcet snores; although this time, the 'Savant has decided to take off work so he can stay up with us for a bit. (The 'Savant is a lightweight when it comes to allnighters.) There will be a big pot of some kind of soup and folks wearing their jammies all day. There will be Uncle Scooter leading the kids into various kinds of devilment while winking at me.

The world will just about stop for that Sunday, Monday and Tuesday. There will be history class, because I will still have lots of stamina (who took the picture, huh?), but I have no mamas in the birth window, so there should be no births. What else there will be depends entirely on the aforesaid participants and I am all abubble in anticipation.

*I've know Scooter since 3rd grade, Dee since 8th grade, Jen since 10th grade and Sharon since college. These people know where the bodies are buried, mostly because they have participated in the interments.