After a much needed scrub and a changing into a pair of shorts that didn't have 1/4 inch of padding in the crotch, I exposed my gnarly spandex tan line and I met the boys and Helen downstairs for dinner. One spoonful in and I swear I saw a tear squeak from the crevasse of Steve's eye. It was. the best. meal of my life. Note: I'd been eating tree bark and slurping on flavored water for the past 3 days so anything would appear to be a feast and in comparison taste like spiced lamb shanks, and yes it was so so enjoyed. Helen even indulged us in wine!
After dinner was over we sat and reflected in a pool of our newfound obesity listening to Helen talk about her college summers counseling at the all-girls camp, the prestige of Bowdoin College, the catholic church, cats, poverty and education for about two hours... we could tell she enjoyed having us; she was an amazing thoughtful and giving woman that was quick to volunteer to the needs of her community and she definitely kept herself busy with said activities... however I couldn't help but wonder how lonely that'd be to spend 50-some years all on your lonesome... but when conversation left the space for my lungs to yawn instead of just my head nodding, and I was able to time my dismissal from dinner and march upstairs with the boys for a slumber amidst coils and springs. Heaven.
First things first... gotta stretch the quads... check out that face... and that tan-line
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