Stoned Waiter, Napkins on Fire–Another Dinner with the inlaws

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Ah yes. Another dinner with the in-laws. In Chilmark.
Our stoned waiter with waist-length dreadlocks kept tripping over chairs, Grantine (she will NOT be called Grandma!) lit her napkin on fire, put out by GW (he will NOT be called Grandpa!), burning a hole right through the center.
Annabelle got angry and threw her bread at me. Henry, who is always studying Annabelle for social cues (Monkey See-Monkey Do), promptly threw his wooden toy at me.
With the perfect aim of a one-year-old Babe Ruth in training, it landed right in my coconut red bean soup, splashing warm liquid all over me. Thank goodness I was wearing red! I couldn’t stop laughing, the food was delicious (Anguillan food!) and overall, it was a fantastic dinner. Maybe a bit too eventful, but fantastic all the same.

Marci Darling

I lie here on my pink puffy bed in my pink silky pajamas, or pink flannel depending on my mood (the only thing you can bank on is that there will be chocolate smeared somewhere on my attire), with my pink feathered pen, writing my most delicious daydreams. Funny? Sometimes. Scandalous? Hopefully. Inspiring? Perhaps. Full of love? Always.

Welcome to my World.

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