Long Time No Blog
It's not that nothing's happening or that nothing is funny. On the contrary, so much is happening, we don't have time to write about it.
Sammie and I went to Pennsylvania over Labor Day weekend. On Saturday, we went to a Penn State football game at Beaver Stadium--during hurricane Ernesto. It had been downgraded to Tropical Storm Ernesto, but that doesn't have quite the same ring to it. We stayed with my wonderful friend from grad school, Maggie, her husband, their two cats, and the baby in Maggie's tummy.
After we got home, I racked my brains trying to figure out how to describe Monday without being crude. I couldn't figure it out, so I never wrote about it. Our friends Jeremy and Heather met us at Hershey and then we went to Lancaster County to see Amish Country. Those of you who have been there know what's coming next. One of the most popular communities up there, and the one where we spent most of the day, is called Intercourse. No. That wasn't a typo. Just try to imagine the jokes that were made that day.
Sammie: "Hey Melba, I'll give you $50 if you call anyone in your family and tell them we're in the middle of Intercourse."
Sammie: "I need to fill up my car."
Jeremy: "Okay. Sammie's getting gas in the middle of Intercourse."
Sammie: "We need a picture of you guys to put on our blog."
Jeremy: "Yeah, the caption could say, 'These are the friends we enjoyed Intercourse with.'"
Heather and I pretended to be disgusted. But we actually thought it was pretty funny. And crude.
It's not that nothing's happening or that nothing is funny. On the contrary, so much is happening, we don't have time to write about it.
Sammie and I went to Pennsylvania over Labor Day weekend. On Saturday, we went to a Penn State football game at Beaver Stadium--during hurricane Ernesto. It had been downgraded to Tropical Storm Ernesto, but that doesn't have quite the same ring to it. We stayed with my wonderful friend from grad school, Maggie, her husband, their two cats, and the baby in Maggie's tummy.
After we got home, I racked my brains trying to figure out how to describe Monday without being crude. I couldn't figure it out, so I never wrote about it. Our friends Jeremy and Heather met us at Hershey and then we went to Lancaster County to see Amish Country. Those of you who have been there know what's coming next. One of the most popular communities up there, and the one where we spent most of the day, is called Intercourse. No. That wasn't a typo. Just try to imagine the jokes that were made that day.
Sammie: "Hey Melba, I'll give you $50 if you call anyone in your family and tell them we're in the middle of Intercourse."
Sammie: "I need to fill up my car."
Jeremy: "Okay. Sammie's getting gas in the middle of Intercourse."
Sammie: "We need a picture of you guys to put on our blog."
Jeremy: "Yeah, the caption could say, 'These are the friends we enjoyed Intercourse with.'"
Heather and I pretended to be disgusted. But we actually thought it was pretty funny. And crude.
