Terra Nova guy
DIS Dad #811 Newfoundland, Canada
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You can't go wrong with sausages and mashed potatoes. Not to toot my own horn, but I make pretty decent mashed potatoes. My youngest won't even eat Grandma's anymore. I've waited a long time to be able to cook something better than my mother! Of course, I load them with all the bad stuff (butter, cream, salt) but it's just too good to leave out.I was here for sausages. And mashed potatoes. Because mashed potatoes.
I've never thought much about Raglan Road. I guess because of where I live, there is a lot of opportunity to find that kind of music played regularly in Irish Pubs, so it seems a little familiar. But the dancing looks great. That's harder to find at home.Besides, we were much too entranced with the Irish dancing. It was like a mini River Dance, but you know, up close and personal. And it was serious amounts of fun.
Is she like that floozy Mary the rhinoceros we met in @pkondz trip report? What's happening to the Savannah? It's like Melrose Place over there. (I suppose that reference is dating myself a bit. I need to think of something my teenager would watch. Ah, Riverdale, the new one "based" on Archie comics. I watched one show. Archie and Ms. Grundy had a thing. I can't deal with that.)“Hey Maude, look over there, it’s Betty. Thinks she’s hot stuff, doesn’t she?”
Well, that's a very cute story, but I can hardly imagine any scenario where such a thing would happen in the real world. When I occasionally have a night at a friend's house and leave the car there, it is simply that I don't want to wake my sleeping beauties by opening the garage door at the house. It has nothing to do with any wobbly pops that may or may not have been consumed that night.Bill hopes it will raise awareness and funds for the new poker hall that the wives aren’t so excited about. Bill and his buddies hope to erase the stigma of Wednesday Poker Nights and are doing their best to assure the girls everything is kept clean and respectable. Here he is now, telling his buddy Randy, the Common Eland, over the fence, to bring the extra 6 pack and his favorite cigars that his wife Rhonda doesn’t know about.
Now this story sounds more believable!They ain't foolin' NO one! Here is Rhonda, who let's Bill and Randy think they're getting away with... things. She doesn't care. She's at a Lula Roe party this Wednesday with his credit card.
You know, the good guys have digital weather stations and they check themselves. Or maybe they are the geeks. Not that I would know anyone like that.It was Myrtle’s husband wondering about the temperature on the riverbank. He was only 20 yards away, but couldn’t seem to check for himself.

Fantastic pictures of the safari, and I have to commend you on your stories to go along with them. I hope my banter gave you a chuckle or two
