June 16th, 2007


Walking to the Park

Jet was quite the trooper.

Tonight there was a dinner picnic with dessert potluck at a park that is relatively near our house. Just about a mile as the bike spins, so it would have been easy if... well... if we hadn't LEFT our working bicycles in Seattle. Hmph.

So we walked, instead. John pulled the red wagon loaded to the gills with ice and ice cream makings, as well as a very spare dinner of cheese, crackers, and apples as well as a few drinks.

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Thanks to janne:

Book Meme:

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next three sentences in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.

So I do... and I get:

And as soon as they sat down, Tigger took a large mouthful of honey... and he looked up at the ceiling with his head on one side, and made exploring noises with his tongue and considering noises, and what-have-we-got-here noises... and then he said in a very decided voice:

"Tiggers don't like honey."

"Oh!" said Pooh, and tried to make it sound Sad and Regretful. "I thought they liked everything."

From, if you hadn't guessed, The House at Pooh's Corner by A.A. Milne.
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