could also be titled: "Get Used to Disappointment"
I found mom's login for her Ancestry.com account, which she paid up through May, 2011. I logged in and started puzzling away at my family tree.
8 hours later....
I come from a long line of alcoholic dirt-farmers. Eventually I ran out of connections in Kentucky. I have visions of a smaller version of me, perpetually barefoot in the kitchen and with child. I think most of my family was born with a bottle in one hand. Not a baby bottle, either.
Jeff's family, on the other hand, was easily traceable back to King Furgus, born 1087. With a little more work I think I could connect him to Jesus. That would explain his passion for all things that float on the surface of water. It's probably instinctual for him to try to walk on water all the time.
Speaking of instinctive behavior, I did find the other day that a wine bottle is a superior rolling pin. I had slippers on and was not pregnant, but there I was in the kitchen with alcohol, rollin' out some biscuit dough with a bottle of wine.
Some things never change.
There are lots of good reasons to love this post. First, there is no good reason to be in the kitchen without alcohol. Secondly, a little bit of craziness in a family tree makes life beautiful. Thirdly, if you can compare your husband to Jesus on any level, you've got a keeper. :-)
ReplyDeleteHa! That's true! Plus, he's an EMT/ski patroller, so he's always putting the sick back together and whatnot. Oh my gosh, he is the second coming!! ;)
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