Well hag I am working on charlies little adventure yesterday, a photo album for you and all see just how we islanders amuse ourselves on a sunday, when crop circles turn out to be fake!. ooze mischief, I like that, may I quote you on that. Charlie says he likes it to. By the way did you ever watch that show soap? Watched some re-runs and that where charlie was born. Besides he is the best old man I ever had. :lol: When are you gonna start a trip thread again. Now I am scanning every photo in the place. I came across one of my favorite nephew, now there is mischief!! He is 13 now but still has that twinkle in his eye. In earlier photos he always liked to give you a big grin and show you what he was eating,regerguated and all, Lots of pictures of him doing a pelican impression. Which brings me to my story. Once I was at his
place, his place being the home of my youngest sister. I call the tsk tsk wag your finger sister, no fun at all. We were all seated at the dinner table, her cullinary feast consisted of spaghetti and meatballs. We sat there like good little drones eating our pasta. All of sudden favorite nephew picks up his plate of spaghetti and sticks his face in it. As the plate descended back down to the table we were greeted with well you can use your imagination. My sister tsk tsk says through gritted teeth, looking straight ahead, and talking like charlie mcCarthy from the side of her mouth, hisses, don't look at him, thats what he wants, just ignore him. The tsker is some mad, I can tell by the hiss. I try to look away, but something keeps drawing me back to the orange faced mischief maker. He keeps looking at me laughing, everybody is looking straight ahead like nothing is going on, and he is laughing like a mimi boris karloff. I really try not to peak at him. I stick my tongue in my cheek, I can feel myself caving in, I pinch myself, finally I cannot stand the tension any longer, I pick up my own plate of the pasta Fiesta Resistance and stick my own face in it. World war three erupts immediately, before tsker can hand down sentences, I am up and so is the little rug rat, we are killing ourselves laughing, we are laughing so hard we are hitting the walls as we stagger to get outside, where we howl like wolves. My sister slammed the door and locked us out for quite a while, but I had my car keys and me and the little rat went to a gas station and cleaned up and than we headed to dairy queen, much nicer for face dunking...thats why I really liked wild fire photo, brought back a red spicy memory. Gotta do some more work now.
place, his place being the home of my youngest sister. I call the tsk tsk wag your finger sister, no fun at all. We were all seated at the dinner table, her cullinary feast consisted of spaghetti and meatballs. We sat there like good little drones eating our pasta. All of sudden favorite nephew picks up his plate of spaghetti and sticks his face in it. As the plate descended back down to the table we were greeted with well you can use your imagination. My sister tsk tsk says through gritted teeth, looking straight ahead, and talking like charlie mcCarthy from the side of her mouth, hisses, don't look at him, thats what he wants, just ignore him. The tsker is some mad, I can tell by the hiss. I try to look away, but something keeps drawing me back to the orange faced mischief maker. He keeps looking at me laughing, everybody is looking straight ahead like nothing is going on, and he is laughing like a mimi boris karloff. I really try not to peak at him. I stick my tongue in my cheek, I can feel myself caving in, I pinch myself, finally I cannot stand the tension any longer, I pick up my own plate of the pasta Fiesta Resistance and stick my own face in it. World war three erupts immediately, before tsker can hand down sentences, I am up and so is the little rug rat, we are killing ourselves laughing, we are laughing so hard we are hitting the walls as we stagger to get outside, where we howl like wolves. My sister slammed the door and locked us out for quite a while, but I had my car keys and me and the little rat went to a gas station and cleaned up and than we headed to dairy queen, much nicer for face dunking...thats why I really liked wild fire photo, brought back a red spicy memory. Gotta do some more work now.
Hey there is an idea for research, why does he post a picture of himself with his face in an apple pie. If we are giving out prizes for pictures than wind fire has my vote, best overall for creativity. So hag how does your husband handle yourself? you must keep in stitches, but there must be something to Mr. Mcbagpipe to hold your attention for so long...come on lets hear about your Mr.