Saturday, January 11, 2014

When Pigs Fly

An idiom of improbability. We are visiting family in Philadelphia. Much talking and walking and waiting around all in the name of fellowship. This is a large family. It is easy for the non family husband or wife to get confused, to loose the train of thought. Or, to simply get left out as reminiscing goes into high gear.  At the last supper tonight eaten by the last few to pack up and leave I glance at my husband. He is a gentleman to the core, as he says "jerked up by his mother to have impeccable manners".  He also has a new smart phone with new apps, and it is football playoff day. He is streaming live! Go Seahawks.

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