Well, Allison dared me to put this on the blog. Since I have a general policy to never take a dare I had to wait 'till it didn't really matter any more before I could put this out there.
I had one of those Murder mystery dinner partys for my birthday. It was a redneck trailerpark version. Fun, funny.
We all ended up playing ourselves. Rae was the smart single floozy.
Dave, the carnival worker mech.
Dan the tough biker guy.
Gramma owned the trailer park and snooped(okay so maybe she didn't play herself but there were no sweet little slow worriers in the script).
Ian was the slick Tv preacher and Al was his heavily made up secretly sleazy wife(okay a stretch I know).
Keith was the wanna be country western star( have you ever heard him sing?)
And I was the slightly demented sheriff in charge trying to keep 'em all in line.
Dan gave it to me, da bum, the germ sickness that is. I have been sick in bed for 5 days! Count 'em 5. I guess that would account for the lack of "VJC" activity on the blog. So-- coughing aching, etc. has been the norm around here. It's been boring, but no energy to change that. Maybe I'll feel better soon.
"I'll think about that tomorrow, for tomorrow is another day". S.O.
Dave has another concert tonight. He is an awesome trumpet player. Jazz band is fun to hear too. Check it- back row, right side, silver trumpet!
