too much joy and cheer last night. you were definitely missed. sorry about calling when you were trying to sleep. and sorry about putting you on the phone with the screaming drunk girl who wouldn't leave me alone. it was the only way i could get away from her. she was saying some things that i didn't like at all; like "i love that bitch," and some pretty explicit stuff about your booty. seriously. sure she meant well, but i wasn't appreciative. your dad witnessed a little of that.
just back from dinner at your parents', and you're right. once i smelled those chitterlings, i decided against trying them. i also smelled nothing else BUT them for the rest of the night. (interesting note: blogger's auto-word corrected my spelling of "chitlins" to "chitterlings".) your mom told me chitterlings are considered a delicacy in France, which doesn't surprise me. the French seem to have an affinity for smelly things. cheese, cigarettes, armpits, Jerry Lewis.... i could get past the fact that they're intestines but they just smell SO awful. maybe it's all the waste that travels through them? do brains and heart, or other offal, smell that bad? even if it doesn't taste as rank as it smells, i don't think i could get it past my nose. i told your mom maybe i'll try 'em next year, if you do too. vive la France!
LRV, b
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