remember that game?
in an effort to improve your memory (while simultaneously embarassing you in front of the whole class, thanks mrs. rustad) your teacher would gather the class in a circle where you'd all sit indian style (oh, how politically correct we were in the late-eighties, early-nineties) and repeat from "a" to "z" what everyone is bringing to grandma's house . with the totally logical elephant to the always tricky purple popsicle you had one crazy suitcase filled by the time you were packed, in the car, with your seat belt on.
...well, this game is kinda like that game, but with a way better outcome than an impractically packed bag and a weekend of ginger ale and bridge that most certainly awaits you at grandma's.
play, er, read along.
"i'm going to ocean city*, and i'm going to get..."
fresh donuts from browns, no matter how long the line is. nothing beats the hot out of the fryer, topped in front of your eyes goodness that is browns. well, except for...
super cute, always in, cat eye sunglasses on the boardwalk for a whopping total of $1.00. probably the best deal of the summer right there. well, except for...
an engagement ring.** now THAT is a (steal of a) deal. lucky lil' ol' me gets to spend the rest of my life right next to my best friend, my rock, and quite possibly the most amazing man on the planet.
nothing beats that.
*disclaimer: ocean city, nj is absolutely nothing like rest of the "jersey shore". there is no fist pumping, no trucker hats or ed hardy, and (surprisingly) no alcohol.
**please excuse me for the next few days as i spend more time looking at my hand than anything else ever, including working on this blog.
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