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Sounds like you got the good end of that deal, Ms Ryan. Family reunion sounds...blech...to me. Going to someone else's family reunion...double blech. Now, Em's family is very kind to me, very accepting of me, blah blah blah. But let's see...a weekend of uninterrupted bliss..TV, Knitting, doggie love, Play Station....gee what a hard choice. ;-D Enjoy every second of it Ryan!!

L

TMK's family is very good to me, too, especially her mother. But this reunion will include all types of extended family that I don't know. Besides, as you said, TV, knitting, doggie love, PlayStation...

For the record, however, TMK is voluntarily,in fact, even more than voluntarily, going to this family reunion because many members of this family, including a beloved grandmaw, were on evacuation notice last week due to a voracious and huge wildfire (for locals, the Fischer fire) and it made her a little anxious about family ties 'n' stuff.

Fear not, cuz. Cuzzin Sarah and Cuzzin Susan are cookin' up a GOOD fambly reunion for July 15-16 in the lake country around Rangeley, in western Maine. I insist that you and TMK attend. Then we can cackle over a cribbage board and be weird aunt and uncle together. Strength in numbers, and no tuna, even as an icky metaphor, will be involved, promise.

Yes, Cuzzin Tom, but rumor has it you may not be there since you may be traipsing around deepest, darkest Tibet. How were you planning on playing cribbage THEN? Huh? Huh?! (See what happens when people read YOUR blog?)

One observation: I'm with Lisa. One question: DO you smell like an old tuna sambwich?

Nope, don't smell like a tuna sandwich. I smell faintly like vanilla shampoo, faintly like Oil of Olay Body Wash, and faintly like Shalimar--and at least once or twice a day faintly like chocolate.

omg.....I am still laughing at Norma's question...I refuse to believe my Blog Mistress smells like an old tuna sandwich, but it's still funny as all get out.

I'm with Lisa and Norma. Family reunion, blah. Olympics, knitting, doggy love and playstation, yay!! Although, I would love to stalk Ryan and Cuzzin Tom at their reunion so I could spend all day giggling at them and playing cribbage. Can someone pleeeaassseee call my hubby and tell him that cribbage is a fun game and not something for old English people? I even tried to get him interested in strip cribbage. No go. bummer.

Hope everyone has a great day!!!

Hmmmmm, how do we get StalkerAngie's husband to play cribbage? Maybe it's the board that makes it seem geeky and stuffy, so I will reveal to you the Deep, Dark, Unspeakable Secret behind cribbage: You don't *need* a board. All you need is a pen and paper, and whoever makes it to 121 first wins! (Personally, though, I can't believe any red-blooded hubby wouldn't want to play strip cribbage. Whasssamatta with that guy? Unless, of course, YOU smell like an old tuna sandwich, Angie... :-) )

Heeheeeeee! Hey! No offense intended, there, Ryan. Some of my best friends are old tuna fish sandwiches. <----that old bigots' best line (wink-wink) You can use that "B" word to describe me now. I'll understand. ;-) I love cribbage, too, but it's been so long since I played I should say I *used* to love cribbage. Guess I'd need a refresher course to play it now.

No offense taken at'all, Ms. Norma! Your comment was very funny, in fact, because, really, who's to say I don't smell like a tuna sandwich and I'm just immune to the smell? Which reminds me of the time when, at a prior job, Technician A taped a tuna fish sandwich under the chair of Technician B. And of course Technician B was never able to find the sandwich since all he knew was that the more he twirled around in his chair to find the location of the sandwich, the worse his office smelled.

And I would never call you the "B" word. I know full well from reading your blog--which I love--and your comments--which I love--that 99.9% of what you write is tongue in cheek.

Hey, Ryan! Maybe when you have YOUR soiree, you need to have a Stitch & Pegging party! (I'll still cook, even though I'll be playing cribbage!)

TMK

Sounds like you've got a lovely weekend lined up for yourself, Ms. Ryan. If you need a hand with the PS2, Myria's and expert :)

I'm a lurker here but have to wish everyone well who was near or had loved ones near the Fisher Fire.

My family was not far away and has been evacuated for fires in the Leavenworth area a few times, and now I'm far away in Pittsburgh and only hear about them on the evening news and from fire update phone calls.

It is lovely to have the news from the glorious PNW and knitting all at once in your blog. (My immediate family is in Leav., but all my extended family is in the Puget Sound area.)

Thanks for the fun writing!

Once again, your blog has spun waaaay out of control. But you have only yourself to blame, tuna writer. I really laffed at the sammich taped to the bottom of the chair. Boy, do I have a ways to go before Enlightenment...

If I'm in Tibet, Cuz, I'll play you telepathically. And win. But I'm really a glutton and wanna do both.

New funny story on the birding blog. Click my name 'n' go.

....continuing to do my part to make your blog and comments spin waaaaay out of control: Nut-uhhhh, Ryan, I'm 100% serious ALL the time!!! Heeehee

Cribbage! I used to play endless games of cribbage on the alternate weekends sis and I spent with our Dad and stepmom. I've probably forgotten the rules, but it's yet another reason we really must have a get together. I'd even be willing to tackle the lingering boxes in my living room and have it at my place.

I hate to say this, but I'm sort of almost sick of the Olympics, even though I'm getting a ton of knitting done.

Melinda

What the heck is all this talk about Ryan smelling like a tuna sandwich??? We all KNOW she smells like lemon bars.